It's over. I've been sleeping in a bed under a popcorn ceiling for a week now. As I slouch beneath the sheets at night, my mind collapses into a peaceful calm. All of the inconveniences of the last two months are gone, but the reshaping of my mind still holds firm. If I could say one thing about my Vagabond adventure it would be a suggestion: Don't believe what the world tells you. Through my experience, I was able to test the core truths about social society and challenge myself to dig into God's reality. My journey was one of a kind. It wasn't straining on my body. I was never hungry, tired, or cold because I was living out of a car, but I learned what was important in life. Friends, family, God. It isn't a house that gives me security and comfort in life, it's relationships. You might be some mountain man type lonerdoo, but I'm not. I need people, I need God, and I CAN give to them as well. The adventure has ended, but the lifelong realization of the important things in life has just begun.
