I really do though. My beard has been growing and my flannel wearage has increased and I blame it on a subconscious need to be surrounded by nature. I’ve been back for about 6 months now and the depression is setting in. I’m back in school(which is great mind you) and i’ve been at the same dead end job for 6 months and have met the same type of girl and have the same friends(who I love mind you) and i’m going stir crazy.
I am a recluse in Montreal. The winter has set in and I don’t leave my home. And I hate people and I hate being social but when i’m traveling I love making friends and I could sit and talk to strangers all day and share stories and enjoy the company of others. What I need is a tent, some cookware, a bicycle, a warm sweater and a few months to explore the Western United States.
To those that I treat like shit in the next few months, I apologize. I cannot always find that balance between here and there.
“How do I live with the romance of the world?
How do I live with the romance: the lure of scenery?
How do I live with the romance of comfort and closed eyes?
How do I live with the romance?
And admit that this might be the world where I belong?” – mount eerie