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I am pooped!

I arrived home from London on the evening of the 20th. And it took a good solid 4 days of sleep to get anywhere near back to functioning form. Essentially all the lost sleep from the 6 months of travel demanded to get some quality time and my body, being the thoughtful person it is, caved and set me comatose. Guess I needed it!

I had a chance to catch up with family on the 26th during my Gran's 90th birthday, which was a wonderful way to ease back into civilization. (What? You mean I have to brush my hair and wear clean clothes?)

But now I'm a bit unsure what to do next. I have a burning urge to do something and to do it now, now, now. I just don't know what. The logical side of me says (in that know-it-all voice): "Relax, you probably just need time to run through your experiences over the last 6 months and digest the new knowledge and skills you possess. It's a time to reflect and enjoy your newfound sense of adventure." The other side, you know... "that" side, says: "Waaaa! I don't have any money! I'm going to die alone in a cardboard box smelling of cat pee!" And the debate wages on.

In the meantime I think I'll just kick back with another cup of hot chocolate, glare at the snow (grrr...), and see if I can figure out what I want to be next.

(NOTE: This will be the last entry for this journal... unless I go travelling again... which will probably happen... because I've got the travel bug bad... Southeast Asia anyone?)