The psychological battle of being back home

I got home from traveling in 2007 in April. Needless to say I had no idea what I wanted to do or where I wanted to live, work, or if that was even going to be in the USA. Two months later I landed the job I have now in Atlanta. I have been on several great trips since then but it is just not the same. I still, to this day, miss the road.

World travel is an addiction with only 2 cures: travel more or death.

Option 2 does not appeal to me so I am left with 1 cure. Not a day goes by where I am not daydreaming about being back out there, with my backpack and the only material items I truly need, seeing the world one day and one place at a time. I cannot put in words the great feeling of arriving in a new place with new people, new smells, new sights, new food, and new cultural quirks. It doesn't ever get old.

The only way I can keep going is to keep my eyes on the goal of getting back out there on a more long term basis. Saving all that I can and shaping my life around that goal is my current work in progress. Unfortunately it is going to be a very long slog to make that happen but I have little choice in the matter. Just push through and hope for the best.

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