Waking up on the wrong side of the world.

I am in a ba-a-a-d mood.

I woke up like this. I'm not even working today, but I still didn't stand a chance. This is type-worthy because it's fairly unusual. I didn't even feel like running. I didn't even feel like buying shoes. I went to Den Bosch thinking I could distract myself with new pretty things, but I could not. Instead, I walked around for three hours, trying to figure out what the hell is wrong.

I miss having a gym. You wouldn't believe how much I miss having a gym. My knees are starting to hurt, undoubtedly thanks to six months of long runs on the pavement, runs that are getting boring, anyway.

The boys are off the wall. I can't even call myself an authority figure and keep a straight face.

I suddenly feel remarkably out of touch with the goings on in my homeland. I think this is hard to understand until you move this many thousands of miles away. I wouldn't have understood it.

I have a lot of downtime I enjoy but sometimes have trouble filling. I've read a lot of books, sure, but I also watched Dr. Phil the other day. What?

I'm restless. Is it time to change it up again? I haven't traveled in a month; maybe that's part of the problem here.

That said, I'm probably not leaving in January as originally planned. They want me here. I have no concrete reason to leave, only vague ideas of a new chapter, perhaps one that takes place in Asia. More time means more travel (I can't sit still thinking of Amanda, Jack, and Joel: From Bohemia to the Balkans, coming in December). Once this is over, it's over. I can continue to live in Europe or wherever, but my situation will never be the same. Maybe that's worth holding on to for a little bit longer.

But that doesn't mean I'm not reallllll grumpy today. Talk to me when it's over.