A year ago I was hiking the PCT. I was just about to arrive in Ashland. I was at the peak of happiness, loving every minute of the experience, feeling that I was doing the right thing with my life, the thing that gave my life purpose.
A year later it is still hard to adjust being back in civilization. I don't know if I'll ever adjust. Nothing about "real" life is real enough. It's so pointless sometimes and I find myself wasting my time away just waiting. Waiting for time to pass.