We've only been on the trip for about two weeks and I'm already starting to go kind of nuts.  I keep thinking that this trip, this lifestyle is just...crazy.  I feel weird and guilty for not having a job and not looking for one.  I want to do productive things all day, but I'm always wondering what that really means.  I want to spend time working on my writing...but it just ends up being "writing." Uh...huh.  I'll figure it out.  I'll figure it out.  I'll figure it out.  Cos obviously, I've gotta keep going.