two.5 months later

I live in Colorado now. In a two-bedroom townhouse with a girl named Sarah (the second Sarah I have lived with). I am a copy editor at a book publishing company, and I wake up at 6:50 every weekday morning.

I walk to work most mornings because I live very close by. However, the walk isn't as fun as my walk to work in New Zealand. Here, people at the intersection look at me quizzically as I wait for the man to turn white in the crosswalk sign (and it's a very long light, so they glance at me quizzically, then look away, then they glance again, then away again, and on for several minutes). To get to the entrance of my office building I cut from the sidewalk to the parking lot by following a barely discernible path through tall grass and weeds. People also look at me quizzically as I do this. Maybe in a few weeks the path will be more discernible. Or I'll start driving to work.

I still get email updates from friends still traveling, and I hear about people I know just beginning adventures, and I get a little jealous and wish I was still out exploring. But then I realize that they probably had to carry their shampoo to the shower with them this morning and wear flip flops, and I start to feel better.