Alright, so I’ve given myself almost exactly a month to decompress and settle out life ABM (after Burning Man) and I still haven’t decided, “now what?” In my mind I have the notion that looking for a job or trying to fully exert myself towards that is rather silly on two points:

I may be leaving again soon in Mid October for a road trip from LA back to CT with a friend of mine who’s moving and, When Ari comes back some time in October, I won’t have a vehicle of my own to use anymore.

 I feel like someone’s pulled the plug and I’m now sitting naked in an empty tub, wondering where all the water went. Being at home is tougher than I imagined it; by the end of my trip the only place I wanted to be was home, and now that I’m there I’m finding it uninspiring, stressful, and depressing. Sleeping is a common occurance, when I’m not writing or waitressing or taking pictures.

My family has a certain way of living that is familiar to me, but it is hard to coexist with them. I work at night, I cook large, healthy organic meals, I have young adult angst. Every day for them is the same, so every day for me is the same.

I’m ready for these daily mood swings to end; it’s getting to the point where I’m not sure which way is up.