Leaving a Mark

I fell again on Wednesday. So did Carlos. Funny story. He was teaching me how to corner with speed on the bike and… BOOM. He was down. I was right on his wheel and so without much room to waver, I was down too. We are fine. A few bruises and scraped elbows but nothing serious. I have fallen so many times on my road bike, mountain bike and trail running here that I even have strava segments named after me (and my falls). Who needs tattoos when you have scars? Though I don’t feel particularly glamorous with all these battle wounds, I do look at each nick with a good memory of this beautiful part of the world.

Our move back beckons in ten short days. Part of me feels like I was just writing about “wrapping things up in San Francisco” and now here I am going through a similar set of emotions as a transition looms yet again. I’ve gone through this many times before yet the feelings are just as confusing as they were when I was seventeen, packing up for college. It’s a mix of excitement (let’s not pretend we aren’t going to Maui for a week of sun and snorkeling), stress, nervousness, sadness and hope. I get butterflies in my stomach at random times and other times it feels like a lump in my throat. There are so many things and people I will miss in Tasmania. They say you can always come back. And though we might, even if we came back in a month, things would be different. It’s the end of a chapter. The end of an epic journey. Carlos and I have embraced this experience and allowed it to shape us. Tasmania has left its mark on both of us.

The source of many falls-- Mount Wellington. She's kind of like that really gorgeous woman who you know will treat you like shit but you keep going after her anyway just to be embarrassed by her supremacy over you every time.

The source of many falls– Mount Wellington. She’s kind of like that really gorgeous woman who you know will treat you like shit but you keep going after her anyway just to be embarrassed by her supremacy over you every time.

Matt, Carlos and I battled it up to the top yesterday. It hurt going up but it hurt even more going down because it was so freaking cold.

Matt, Carlos and I battled it up to the top yesterday. It hurt going up but it hurt even more going down because it was so freaking cold.

Warming his bum at the Fern Tree Tavern on the descent.

Warming his bum at the Fern Tree Tavern on the descent.

 

That place is OG

That place is OG

Still smiling even after she kicked my butt.

Still smiling even after she kicked my butt.

 

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