Travel addled

vacation has killed my brain. I have had some kind of a [stomach bug? virus? parasite? bacteria?] since Sunday. so much to do, so little time: groceries, laundry, cleaning, build a website, make a commercial, do a market analysis for The Sins of the Guardians (yeah, I'm lazy, I'm not writing a new chapter for my creative writing class), transcribe the poppet and the lune, write in my travel blog, steal pictures from my friends because i'm an idiot and left my camera in Seville when we left for Morocco.

I need to write, badly. I need to get a job back home. I need to ground myself, cause despite how awesome things are I can feel strange negative tendencies building up in me... odd fears that I've never known. I suppose it's because I'm graduating in the winter, and my bank account is steadily decreasing in funds, and I'm kind of all over the world right now. I have no sure direction, no anchor points, nothing to say "for this reason, you should do this above all else." I have my cats. I can bring them here, to BC for grad school if I want to go. I wonder if I can bring them to India if Becky and I actually go there in 2010 to teach english... I have my friends, who I miss dearly, but I can't choose the direction of my life based on their location, or the location of my family even. I have one great love, and that is writing, and I have been neglecting it recently.

Perhaps if I write, I'll get a sense of my direction again. Although I don't know if I ever really had one.

Travel blog update coming soon...