>> 05 December 2013
The other night I got an overwhelming wave of wanderlust, and wanted to go somewhere- anywhere. I consoled myself by remembering that I was *just* in Thailand last month and that I'm about to spend a glorious three weeks in the Promised Land (Texas). The next morning I realized it wasn't a travel itch, it's that I'm ready to go back to Timor. There's something about that country that draws me back almost as soon as I've left. When I'm in the US I feel like I left something really important behind and I need to go back and figure out what it was. I read Timor blogs about *everything*, even things that I don't particularly care about. I have google alerts set for all things Timor and language. I read about Timor all the time, I think about Timor all the time, and all I want to do is get back there and work. On my first trip, I thought expats that I met in Dili were nuts and I largely ignored them. On my second trip, *they* embraced *me* and while I loved living with my Timorese family, I was very grateful. I think they recognized me as a future member of their weird club.... we'll see!