I’m feeling fairly random today…
Back in Seattle for the weekend, feeling a little out of place. This seems to be a growing problem whenever I come back here. It’s almost like I no longer belong to this place, it’s just a place to visit and that’s all. I don’t know if this means that I’m supposed to come back or not.
There’s the feeling of needing to disappear, to just vanish out there and move on. I’ve had this feeling before, so I’m not startled by it, but it seems to be occurring more often than it used to. There was a point where I actually mapped out a plan to disappear while traveling somewhere. Now I’m looking back at those plans and realizing it’s becoming more and more appealing to just wander away. It’s not because I don’t love my friends or family, it’s just a desire to keep moving.
Maybe I need to travel further away. When I lived in Doha I was still in touch with everyone, but I was far away. Now I just want to be far away again.
Someone said this might be depression talking, but I don’t really think it is. I’m living my own dream, working with great people and doing a job that’s not really a job, but fun. I have a friend who says he hasn’t worked a day in his life, since it’s not work if you love what you do.