Playing Yatzee with family. Coming home is my vacation. Just sitting back, relaxing, eating from a fridge that seems to be filled by some unseen hand. This is just like being a kid again. This is my USA vacation. A week and a half of lounging around a warm house with a full stomach playing with little kids, reading books, watching movies, and eating cookies. I have kicked my feet back and enjoyed this return home vacation.
When I again step out onto the Road tomorrow it is going to seem like I am going back to work hehehe.
I like the USA. But I need to keep away in order to ensure that these wholesome feelings stay sharp. Being here for too long seems to dull my edges. People are gradually beaten down and eating up here. “A man sliced in pieces.” At this point, I feel like a passive observer to this slowly developing carnage. Work, work, work, work, work. . . “These Americans seem to do a lot of working.”
I like being in countries where I can not understand what anyone is saying- it is funny how not being able to understand culture makes it seem vastly more intelligent.
Wade from Vagabond Journey.com