It’s been over three months since I arrived home.  And during that time I have been gainfully employed and operating under a regular schedule.   Though it may not seem like a long time to the average land dweller it sure feels like a long time to me.  In the last three years, without really meaning to, I never did the same thing for more than a couple months.  I’d be on a ship for three months as a librarian, then traveling for 6 weeks, then home for 2 weeks, then off again on another ship.  Constantly having something different to do right around the corner.  So my internal nomadic clock is telling me it’s time for a change.  And not so much telling me, but screaming it at me.

Thus I’ve been perusing the internet for my next adventure (a fellowship with Kiva is what I’m looking at now–check out kiva.com).  Not that I’m actually going to do it, but operating in such a way as to reassure myself that I CAN “hit the road” again if I really need to… in awhile.  But for now I’m sticking around.  I feel like if I can get through the next month or so of having a normal schedule and just keep getting out of bed every morning to do something incredibly similar to what I did the day before then I’ll come out the other side of my hump loving the fact that I’m home.

The great thing is that it really doesn’t matter either way.  If my hump never gets summited then I’ll begin wandering around the world having adventures again.  If I get through it and home starts feeling like a permanent home, then that’s just fine too.