"Are you excited yet?"

As I get asked this question by virtually every person I encounter, I feel the moral obligation to answer yes. But that's not really the case. It's not that I'm not excited. It's definitely not that I'm dreading it. But it's not that I'm frothing at the mouth either.

As strange as it seems to most people I know, this is all part of the routine. I knew in my head when I came home I would go somewhere again in the near future. I know before I leave that this will not be the adventure that completely fulfills my craving for ... adventure. Does such a thing ever exist? I hope not.

So here I am, exactly 2 months after coming back home and exactly 2 weeks before I board another transatlantic flight. I am glad to have had this time here to reconnect with people, have the quality time with my increasingly insane parents, and to see how many ways I can accomplish absolutely nothing in the run of a day. But now as I start to pack and organize myself, I am looking forward to the move, to working again, to exploring a new city, to meeting new people and having new adventures. But it's just what I have been doing for awhile now and what I'll continue to do... doesn't seem exciting I guess, just a new challenge. We all challenge ourselves in different ways, my methods are more obvious than others I suppose.