To the End of the World

She walked. She ran. She drove, rode, sailed and flew. Cars, trains, ships, planes, camels, elephants - anything that propelled her forward.
Some thought she was crazy. Others thought she was brave and followed her blog with enthusiasm and envy.
Deserts threatened to choke her with sand, rainforests nearly drowned her with masses of water, mountains froze her to the bone.
To the end of the world she went. But you always followed. And when, a year later, she returned and found your favorite sweater still in her closet, it was as if she had never moved - while you had left.