When I started this journey, I only expected to be here for two years.  Three maximum.  Every time someone asked me “How long do you plan to stay?” I would answer them with “I just take it one year at a time.”  I never felt any compulsion to move home and even when I would visit, the trips became shorter and shorter each time.  However, over the last year, some unknown force has slowly been pushing and gnawing at me to move back.  I don’t know if it is loneliness.  Possibly being tired of missing out on important events in the lives of my friends and family.  Perhaps a need to get back to a place of logic and structure and Chipotle.  Whatever the reasons, it’s time for me to get back to the “real world” and start adulting.  I mean, I AM nearly on the wrong side of 35… Continue reading →