The woods of the Enchanted Realm in America are different from those I knew in Scotland. Different, but not unpleasant. Oak, ash, and beech still abound, which is comforting.
I made good progress today. The curse has kept me very agitated, but the closer I get to where I belong, the more it seems to settle. So I was actually able to enjoy the walk for the first time since I set out.
On the other hand, the closer I get, the more I fret about what I will find when I arrive.
It will be a relief to reach the end of my journey and return to my true work of keeping things neat and tidy.