I think in numbers, in patterns. That’s not to say I don’t have feelings or anything, or that every single thing in my life has to fit into a nice, shiny little box, because that’s not true at all. I just know that numbers never lie.
So let’s talk statistics.
27 hiked miles
1 changed me
As I am writing this, I have been alive for 5,362 days.
American Explorers was 20 of those 5,362 days.
That means American Explorers was approximately 00.37% of my life.
For every one day of American Explorers, I have lived 267 other days.
But here’s the thing:
Hardly any of those days matter anywhere nearly as much as the days I spent there.
Maybe some of them will stand out, for one reason or another.
Or maybe not.
Since the beginning of my session, June 10th, 2014, I have filled 1,296 square inches of journal with writing.
I also think in words.
And I have thought about the experiences I had nearly every one of the 112 days it’s been since I’ve left.
I’ve been told not to live in the past, but it’s hard to find things that are as meaningful in my present.
I think I’ve figured out why I’m trying to explain my experience using numbers. It’s because when I try to think about who I was, and who I was surrounded by at American Explorers, I’m at a loss for words.