I’ve had a lot of reactions on my last post. Not everyone understood what I meant correctly, so let me clarify myself in short.
Before I reached Vienna, returning home would feel as failure. It just was no option for me. Now, after Vienna and all the thoughts I wrote about in my last post, returning home would not feel as a failure anymore. I feel the freedom to return home with my head held high. This does not mean I will stop walking now or next week necessarily. I will walk as long as I feel too. This thought gives me even more freedom in my walking.
I’m not feeling sad or depressed in any way. The problem I have is a luxury problem. That’s all. Sorry for being unclear with you!
Tonight I sleep in a tent at a Roman amphitheatre, great stuff!