Holy cow, America is weird.
Not really. The black man in the white house makes me feel warm and fuzzy despite being unemployed and living with my parents (I mean roommates). My past three months of reintegration have been shockingly smooth and painless. The few moments of culture shock were mostly due to inescapable materialism in the wake of a vagabond simple life. Due to my trip, I’ll inevitably implement new things into my American lifestyle but one of the overarching themes I want to hold on to is simplicity…checked by balance and reality of course. The Buddhist mantra that pain comes from possessions might not be that far off. Pain, being worry and stress. Its not in my cross hairs to become a monk but I could probably due with less. Less is more. Thats why they’re called lessons, right? I dunno. Tomorrow is my first day back in the office after a year away from the florescent buzz. I wonder what’s in store. Thank you for following along with me.
On my PicasaWeb site you’ll notice that I’ve been busy moving around the country (and neighboring countries) since my return. I guess its the equivalent of doing the steps to kick my traveling addiction. Here’s an ode to post-vacation vacations that I penned a year ago, ironically, right before I left.
I’m back home I’m on vacation
From vacations I’ve been taking
And the world is a little brighter
Sunsets last a little longer
And I’m feeling strong about today
The mystic haze has lifted
Now I see what I’ve been missing
Is a brand new kind of vision
High Definition
