Is it weird of me that sometimes I lie down, close my eyes and start imagining that I'm living in broken down worker quarters like what life would be like for a manager of a refugee camp? My bed becomes a cot (not difficult to imagine with how creaky and hard it is), one of my roommates on skype speaking in Chinese and the other on the phone rambling on in Spanish are the different dialects of my fellow workers who have come from all over the world to do aid work in this camp and I just imagine that the work I'm going to wake up to the next morning is life changing, beneficial to society... and not 8 AM Gen. Psych.

So I'm obviously feeling a bit depressed from being back stuck in one place when all I want to do is be on the road. Some good news though? I think I'm going to Costa Rica this December :)

I miss the ocean and the mountains.