When it comes to storytelling, there is no right or wrong way to do it. It’s one of the few things in this world that doesn’t come with a rulebook or instruction manual. That being said, the logical thing to do usually is to tell the story from start to finish. That was my original intention for this story, but as I sit down to write it I get too distracted by envisioning that last day to focus on the early days of the trail. At first this frustrated me, but I’ve come to realize why it must be told this way.
The most dangerous thing in the world is boredom. People aren't meant to stay in one place and life is supposed to have meaning. Waking up day after day in the same town to go to the same job with the same people leads to nothing good. Mediocrity sucks the happiness out of life. The comforts of home are well, comfortable, but aren't enough to be truly satisfied.
The word home always had a very clear definition for me. Images of my parents' house throughout the seasons cycle through my head.