Every time I come home I realize there are fewer and fewer things that interest me the same way they did when I was here last. In a way it feels like going to a new place and starting over from scratch, even though the people here seem to know my name and where I live. You would think it would take a week or two and things would feel natural again... the truth is nothing ever really feels natural unless I am on a plane, in a strange city, or at the top of a mountain with a backpack of the bare necessities.

There is a new curiosity to know what lies beyond even the big chunk of the world I've already seen. Travelling doesn't seem to quench the curiosity, so my solution is to explore another avenue of philosophy, self-discovery, and expression:
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