This is my first post in quite a while, for some reason or other I've been uninspired to jot down my thoughts lately. Every time I sit down at the computer to conduct my daily ritual of checking mail and reading news, I think about writing something but I avoid it. I invent some internal reason to be 'not in the mood', or convince myself I really have nothing interesting to say.

I've been doing a lot of mental house cleaning lately, spending a profane amout of time alone and lost in my own thoughts. It's been a very nessasary, positive and cathartic process; deconstructing my life and my motives for living it and the brutal honesty I've been affording myself has lead me to a few uncomfortable conclusions . Perhaps I've been dodging my weblog to avoid spilling my identity crisis all over the page, maybe I wanted to sort all my baggage into neater piles first?. I feel like some sort of freudian puzzle-box. I keep re-arranging my world view to accept new conclusions, and it's been good, very good - just taxing.

Selling all your possessions and fleeing to a foreign place full of unfamiliar people with whom you can't communicate throws your life into stark relief. If might just be the ultimate form of therapy - It might just be a metaphor for something?.

The upshot is, I feel great!. With the cobwebs out of my synaptic rafters ( and the bigger messes marked for later-retrieval) I'm enjoying life a great deal more. Dwelling and introspection are winter-inspiried passtimes, with my seasonal glum out of the way, I'm prepared for the optimism of spring. I wish it would get here too, It's colder than Chris Cringle's Jockstrap over here.

*I have some fun travel news as well, but I think I'll seperate it into a new entry. I mean that's what you came here to read anyhow, right?. Take your medicine, we'll get back to the fun stuff soon enough :)*