Holy crap. I’ve been back in Seattle for a month and I’ve still not finished my blog. I’ve been busy. Too busy. I just want to sit down and write. Even now, I can’t write, because it’s midnight and I’m exhausted and have to get up early tomorrow to work. I’m doing construction with my friend Patrick. I know nothing about construction work, so it’s all new to me and so not boring. It’s also kept me busy and out of the house, where I could easily catch a strong case of post-RTW depression. Though it’s nice to have a home and not always packing up to move, I miss the adventure of traveling. I miss seeing new places and new cultures and wonderful new people. I feel alone here in Seattle. So many of my friends live so far away. And now some of them live on the other side of the world. Anyway, I still have not yet gone through my photos from the trip, which really is becoming shameful. I also have not yet written about Jordan, Israel, Cyprus and Amsterdam, my last month on the road. I have much to say and must get the words out before I forget everything that happened to me that last month. Some of what happened was personal, and I don’t want this blog to be a public diary, nor do I know who’s reading it, so there may be a few significant things left out.

Must go to bed now.