Feels rough writing this but ive been procrastinating for far to long. We decided to quit and make our way back home. And all though there have been some joyous moments on that way I coudnt bring myself to write about it. It was frustrating , tedious , hectic all while dealing with a bag of mixed emotions.

I could have continued

I would have made it

But it is once again a battle against myself that I cant seem to win, a battle that I shoudnt fight in the first place.

So If there is one thing I take out of this journey is that the stressful and painful parts of the way were allways followed by peace and rest. No day ended with me regretting my way further north I was happy to have comfort on my crappy matrase with my fluffy companion.

And one last thing I never mentioned here I've had a lucky charm with me all the time that I carried in my bag. A wanderstone that was a parting gift from a fellow friend during group therapys. All though we never talked since than I look fondly back on her calling me out when I coudnt stop masking arround.

"I hope you can open up someday"

I was expecting to drop the stone off at the northcap as a sign of growth but you know maybe it will have to wait till the next adventure.