Sometimes you just need to give in and write. This holds true for most situations where you find yourself lost and in need of some direction in life. But I do not merely refer to writing as a therapeutic failsafe, although right now much of what I'm writing (and how I'm writing it) amounts to that, more or less.

The predominant feeling I have right now after having travelled so far away from my home is that of disenchantment mixed with an appreciation for a way of life I thought I knew. Disenchantment because I no longer know where I'm going, and when you are struggling to figure out something, travel takes a backseat. Appreciation, because these things do need to be appreciated. There is a warmth and general politeness here in people that we would do well to inculcate in ourselves back home. But then again, there are very few people relatively, more room to think in, and more opportunities as a result, in general.