Well, it’s over. After one year of traveling, my family and I are adjusting to life back in suburban Georgia. As I get ready to go back into school tomorrow, I can’t help but think how lucky I was to have had such an experience as this at a young age. I can’t help but look over all the exciting things I did, all the once in a lifetime experiences, and am finding myself having mixed feelings. There’s a part of me that wants to pack up the bags and head off—a part that enjoys the non-materialistic, free-roaming lifestyle of not knowing where I’m going to sleep tonight or what I’m going to eat for breakfast in the morning or if there will even be breakfast. Then there is the part of me that likes the routine schedule and the security of not being nomadic—a part that likes going to school at the same time, seeing the same people and doing the same things everyday. So I can’t yet say assuredly that I like being gone better than being home or being home better than being gone. What I do know, is that I need to brace myself for the next few weeks to come.