Coming to the end I keep trying to compartmentalize the World Race. I have been getting ready to archive everything that happened, when I land in Idaho. I left what I knew back home to these 11 months of unknown. It has been so different; different cultures, languages, people, and places. So different, in my mind, it was so hard to consider the World Race part of the whole story of my life. It felt as if I had been writing a story for 21 years, stopped writing that story, and started this other story in a small green journal. That green journal become this auxiliary story, that people would have to read to REALLY know the backstory of Jace Langley.
There is no small green journal. There are new beautiful chapters fully integrated into my story. The events that have happened this last year, didn’t happen month 4 or month 10, but they fully happened in the grand scheme of my life. This is not month 11, this is month 264 of my life.
