Heading back home after an exhausting, but productive, week in Europe.

Right now, I feel like a fisherman on his way back to land. The boat full of fish, filled to the brim. With sore muscles and an aching back, but a quiet satisfaction over the results. Over having enough. Until the next trip.

Testing your metal and passing the test. That part is satisfying. But it gets lonely out here. Even among people I know. Knowing that you want to be with someone, but that she is in another country, can be trying.

Am feeling tired right about now. I sometimes ask myself why I do this. Maybe battling with windmills is a better analogy than fishing.