Orion and The Force

I’ve been home in the U.S. for 6+ weeks now.

I can almost taste the stagnancy creeping in on me from all directions. Of course, I am happy to be with my friends and family again, but after a period of time, the excitement has peaked and everyone returns back to business as usual. Plus, now that we are at the end of January, I can no longer say that I am “home for Christmas.” Maybe I can say that I am home for Chinese New Year? 🙂

The vagabonding midi-chlorians in my blood have begun to stir again. I am starting to feel that familiar pull, the same strange force that warns animals hours before a storm approaches. Other people can see it in me as well. My patience is much thinner than it used to be, and the minus 10C weather lately has me grumbling curse words in six languages (English, Italian, German, Spanish, Chinese, and on a really good day even Russian comes back to memory).

When people ask the inevitable question “what do you do?” I always answer “I’m a traveler.” The problem lies in the fact that I am no longer traveling. That’s kind of like a “surfer” living in NYC or a guy saying that he is a “pro skater” but hasn’t been on a skateboard in months. With such a strange lifestyle away from the usual 9 to 5, I have to constantly give myself reality checks to avoid becoming a “guy that traveled once, but now he’s a loser with no job!”

When I am outside at night, my eyes always go to Orion, which is very visible in the winter sky now. Orion is always the easiest constellation for me to find, and it fascinates me to see it oriented in different directions based on where I am in the world. I have sat in the darkness under those stars in so many different places and situations: in Thailand with the Andaman providing background music, freezing my butt off in the Tiger Leaping Gorge in China, in Egypt as I listened to the sad sounds of the call to prayer, even in the army with an M16 in my hands, watching live artillery go overhead. All those variables and different phases in life, but the same old stars remind me of who I am.

Just a little more personal business to take care of, some funds to hopefully appear mysteriously from somewhere, and I’ll be back on the road. Then maybe I’ll have something to write about.

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