From when I first decided I was taking this trip one year ago to just two days ago, I never would have expected my strongest feeling on the second day to be that of comfort. At the moment of typing this, I am lying in my bed listening to some music and the wind occasionally pop up the rainfly on my tent. It's not quite dark yet, so I'm watching the remaining glow fade away.

Though this daily routine is far from what I'm used to, I'm already feeling the comfort of home.  Nothing fundamentally life changing has occurred of yet, but this feels right, at least for the time being.