I left Jasper early this morning. After almost a week of being with myself, taking myself for walks, dinner dates and enjoying my own company, clearing out my head, I had to say goodbye. Sitting in that tiny bus, gazing at the Christmas lights that were still on, leaving the town, I got the sudden urge to cry. It felt like I was leaving home.
Elisabeth Eaves wrote: The traveler always betrays the place. This is exactly how I felt this morning.