I am missing the Camino

I am missing the Camino.  The day I hit Santiago, I thought, "Hmmm... I can cross this off my bucket list."  Not too unlike the time I rode my bicycle down the coast of California.  I was exhausted, not sure of myself, not sure of anything, except that I missed my home, my family, my friends, and the comforts of home.  I thought to myself, "Why did I do this? Why did James call me?  What was I thinking?  Why was it that I could not refuse the nagging call to come to this place?  A month has passed since I returned home, and that little voice just reared it's head again.  Go AWAY!! Away I say!  Do not taunt me with your vagabond pleasures!  It was so hard.  It was not like anything I have ever experienced.  I ached every night.   I lost toenails and felt smelly all the time.  My feet abandoned me.  And I them.  It was if someone was playing a dirty trick on me.  What is it about "The Way" that steals my heart and soul?  I have run the race, done the time, why do you pester me with more?