The restless nomad,
 I have been home for over a month and I'm trying to settle in and accept the new life I have now. The life that I have to accept because of my circumstance and not my desires.  Despite everything seemingly falling into place, I am not ready to commit to this life where I am expected to conform back to my original self, my pre travel self. These post travel blues have enabled this constant itch where the restless nomad inside seeks more thrills, adventure, and making a new life somewhere awesome and where I can be myself. No one gets me, what I have done, or how I want to be or who I have grown to be. No one appreciates the strengths and courage that has been instilled and encouraged through my experiences and as a consequence of the incredible people I have met:) This mirror image they once saw is now faded by this new whole person that craves a positive life, a life that she can call her own, not the one people have chosen or expect her to assume. I miss the incredible people I have met, not answering to anyone, to explain where I have gone or what I am doing. I don't want to feel who I am is nothing to be desired. I see the western world as a prison, of self, materialistic desires, and inability to forgo attachment. I envision a life where it's simple, simplicity, and not sweating the small stuff, and an ability to be who I am, this is what this restless nomad craves so much and is the primary reason she needs a new direction, a new path, something that encourages her inner nomad:) I feel that no matter what I will never be the same and no matter how much some may wish that, I can never relinquish this incredible new person I have become:)