Just like that, my last day was here. I woke up a mixture of anxiety and happiness. I was excited to see my parents and my friends and especially to play basketball but I was also afraid. Afraid to face what awaited me upon my return: the real world. I thought about this for as long as I could, lingering at my campsite until the very last moments. I walked around the campgrounds. Went towards my beach spot from yesterday, sat on the cliffside I wrote my first journal entry on and I looked out at the ocean from the set of wooden stairs leading down to the beach. The full circle was suddenly overwhelming to me as I settled on the log I had claimed the night before. Instead of a sunset though, I was looking at a bright, clear sunny day.
I decided to take one more moment to myself. The man who sat here only thirty three days ago not only looked different but felt different. I felt secure and confident in myself now. I was living life exactly as I wished it and that left me with no regrets. I knew the problems of the real world would come rushing back to greet me but now I was better equipped to handle any hurdles thrown at me. Going on the road like this was initially for fun and adventure but it was also a spiritual journey. It gave me confidence in myself and the sites that I saw often left me awestruck and inspired. Looking back, I realize I’ve seen most of the California coast. To me, that’s an accomplishment to not only be proud of but is also worth writing about. It’s given me a greater perspective on life and how I think, which has in turn awakened a greater urge within me to continue exploring.