I am no longer a backpacker. In fact, returning to a somewhat Ďnormalí life was no challenge at all. Things that used to be a chore have become fun again (at least for the time being): grocery shopping, doing laundry, washing dishes. The girls and I even joined a gym. We created a schedule of weekly classes and taped it to the fridge.
I once felt suffocated by structure, but now Iím suddenly the one constructing plans and lists. I guess doing this makes me feel more in control at a time when my immediate future is so uncertain. Or maybe Iím just growing up?