Self-Induced Schizo

I've been thinking about -- and talking about, and living -- this whole idea of two lives for the past one and a half years. We all have. Anytime you leave something behind, it's as if you're giving up one life and creating another distinctly different one. One that includes certain people, and excludes others. I suppose it's a necessary event, one that makes our global sphere smaller, our networks larger, and our sensibilities about the world more refined. There's much to gain, of course, from this progressive dis-attachment with our old lives. But I'm stuck on wondering about decisions that make our orbit tighter, our focus smaller, and that keep people together, rather than what seems to be the constant tightening and slackening of my lines.

Without fail, coming home brings back all of my old tendencies, thought patterns, and mannerisms. Yes, I speak differently; yes, I marvel at the smallness of familiar sights around me; yes, I seem to have increasingly more to say and more I want to hear, with less and less time to do it, but still -- home brings out the me I feel most comfortable with, most in tune with, and most tired of dealing with.

How do we pick it all up and go, hop on a plane and bid adieu to the towers we've built up, close the door on the boxes and drawers?

Because we know they'll be waiting.

Because change centers you.

Because the world is far too large to be viewed from a single window.

Because the most dangerous thing about love is dwelling too long in it.

Alright, well, I'm back... obviously. Been back for three weeks, but thought I should make a final update to say that the African Adventure is over, and that I'm starting up a running blog while I'm back at school, at this same URL (so I hope). So check in still for more musings on my life, other ideas, new music choices, and the like. Thanks for reading!