It’s hard to believe that it’s been 6 months since Amanda and I were gear-shopping in Kathmandu and preparing for our big adventure on the Annapurna Circuit.

As we spent the day wandering the streets of Thamel in search of sleeping bags and micro-cramps, we had no idea what was in store for us over the next 15 days - from soaking in natural hot springs to hip-deep treks through the snow without gaiters (we should have bought those too!)

It was the most intense experience of my life. One where I questioned my dreams and my capabilities, whether I was struggling to sleep at high altitude and negative temperatures or scared for my life on a narrow and icy ridge line. But as always, nature gave me what I needed. It was a lesson in letting go, in moving forward out of faith, and stepping into my power.

There were days when I wished it would be over and days where I felt grateful that we had chosen a trek that lasted over 2 weeks because I simply didn’t want it to end.

COVID has made our lives so different. I often find myself feeling intensely heartbroken over the fact that my goal of returning to Nepal every year may be ruined by something that is touching all of our lives, on so many levels.

But I feel grateful for my health, and above all - for the fact that we were able to spend the first 15 days of March making our way through the tiny, near-vacant villages in Nepal. That we were able to make it over the highest hike-able mountain pass in the world. And that I did it all with a new friend for life.

And despite the fact that it felt like Nepal broke me on that trek - I woke up this morning longing for the place that I feel most at home. Because as much as it felt, in the moment, that I was broken - I returned home feeling like that which had broken me apart had also helped to put me back together. 

Stronger than before. And ready for the next adventure.