…I still don’t entirely know how I feel about it (not really an unfamiliar situation) but apparently I’m back in Texas. I can tell this by the surprised smiles and hugs from friends and people I haven’t seen in a while, by the lack of tropical plants everywhere and by the fact I feel obligated to look for a job. The word indefinite, as in “I’m going to travel in Asia indefinitely,” was something I thought I’d understood. Even if I know what it means intellectually, mentally/emotionally…I don’t, because indefinitely, for me, was a finite period—exactly two months. That’s how long I was in Asia. This is much less time than I thought I’d be gone, but as frustrating as that is for some reason it was probably the best choice. Things were not working out and no matter what I tried I…