Decision, decisions...Though I enjoy teaching English, and the yearly relocations that it allows, I also sometimes tire of it. At times I feel like dropping it all and going to culinary school, an idea I've toyed with since graduating from high school. The Sushi Academy in S. California is particularly tempting. There's something satisfying about working with my hands, and actually having a tangible (and edible) result to my efforts.

Counting the days until my visit back home (13 left). Will be nice to be somewhere quite warm, and to see old friends and family. And to get the hell out of Europe for a while. I like it here but am a bit tired of not understanding most of what's said to me.