Two years ago today, Zach and I were hiking through scrubby desert landscape beneath a cloudy sky, buffeted by winds and skiffs of rain. It was Day Two of the most incredible and traumatizing journey of our lives.
Today, I’m grading papers and wondering whether or not I planted enough carrot seeds. The coming thunderstorm doesn’t affect me because I have a roof— a roof that I own— over my head.
I can’t believe it’s been two years. I can’t believe that I feel the trail’s effects reverberating so strongly even after all this time.
Best of luck, class of 2016. You’ll never regret it.