A different place doesn't mean a different you
There's probably a million quotes and sayings that basically boil down to the title of this post. We know they are true, most of us have lived them, and each time we think it will be different. There's a whole cadre of #vanlifers, digital nomads, retired Class A warriors, rubber and leather tramps, dirtbags, hiker trash, and general vagabonds that have been traveling to run away from themselves rather than to find themselves (whether they admit it or not). Am I one of them? An ennui set in after my last post. This ennui quickly lead to boredom, dissatisfaction, and self loathing. The self loathing won out, as it is apt to do. And for a heartbeat, I let it. Big mistake. When self loathing wins, even for a short period, the next days (and sometimes weeks) are like a hangover as you try to find the shards of you your own mind hasn't destroyed. Hm, maybe that's just me, I don't know. I "locked" myself in my room (aka: I hid behind the curtain that ma