I've had a severe lack of motivation lately. There is like NOTHING I feel like doing. Been dragging myself though the motions for a bunch of commitments I had over the past couple of days and now I feel like doing a big nothing.
Except, it dawned on me, that I'm ready to start packing again. I'm ready for another trip. I had jokingly said to a friend recently that all I really want to come home for is to do the laundry and swap out the clothes appropriate for the next trip.
I didn't realize, until yesterday, how true that really is.