I didn’t know how I would feel about coming home. I didn’t know how it would feel to be home for one week, or one month, or five months, or half a year, or even a year.

It’s now been a year since we returned to Canada.

I thought that I would be more nostalgic over the year; keep looking back and remembering where we were at a particular point. But I haven’t been, really.

I’m not a sentimentalist so I’m not entirely surprised by this, although I did think that a big event such as travelling around the world for a year might elicit a little more emotion.

Not that I haven’t been wistful. And I have felt plenty of envy and jealousy; sometimes unable to read other peoples stories or even look at my own pictures.

If wanderlust is an emotion then it is what has occupied my heart.

It’s been a good year.

I’ve always thought of coming home as part of the journey; it’s a part I looked forward to, and have enjoyed.

The trip has left a legacy with me; one of power, confidence and trust that permeates everything I do now.

I do nothing but look forward to the future. We have a goal in mind and a plan to make it happen that has already seen its’ first steps realized.

Life is good…go ahead, take your own OneGiantStep…you’ll see what I mean.