The prologue after the epilogue
I hate the little breaks you have take in between life events.
Coming back from a month on the road is the strangest feeling in the world. There's this out of the body feeling; like your limbs, the air you breathe and the way you think is still on the go. But you're just sitting down in an office, back to your old life.
It's the third week and I still feel like a fish out of water. All I can think about is finding opportunities to head to that airport and get back on the road. I miss travelling.
I miss the vagueness of the day, the hundreds of people you get to talk to, the wonderful scenery and the constant freeness to be wherever you want to be at exactly what time. I guess it's this part of the lifestyle that I crave; the destination is somewhat irrelevant.
Going back to school is going to be such a chore. Have to gird my loins until the next adventure.
Coming back from a month on the road is the strangest feeling in the world. There's this out of the body feeling; like your limbs, the air you breathe and the way you think is still on the go. But you're just sitting down in an office, back to your old life.
It's the third week and I still feel like a fish out of water. All I can think about is finding opportunities to head to that airport and get back on the road. I miss travelling.
I miss the vagueness of the day, the hundreds of people you get to talk to, the wonderful scenery and the constant freeness to be wherever you want to be at exactly what time. I guess it's this part of the lifestyle that I crave; the destination is somewhat irrelevant.
Going back to school is going to be such a chore. Have to gird my loins until the next adventure.
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