I suppose its hard to go from living and traveling in China and all over Europe to a homecoming back to America, and then come lounge for a week in Vermont. I mean, when is lounging for a week at a lakeside cabin ever a problem? But the problem, if you can call it that, is one of just feeling restless. I was country-hopping, hell, continent-hopping, a month ago, and now, staying in one place with such an empty schedule feels ... wrong?
Enjoy it, you dumb bastard, because the real world is coming to scissor-kick you in the face: insurance, job hunting, The Future comin' right at ya. A week of lazy nothing may feel slow and quaint right now, but you'll be yearning for it soon enough.
So what the hell am I going to do now? Sort things out. Work on my Chinese. Get ready in the short term to teach, in some capacity, in Delaware and/or Philadelphia. Train for a 5K, then a 10K, and then ... something more. Write: short stories, fiction, scripts. Find not just a job, but a career: something I can believe in, something I can enjoy, but something that can maybe make the world even the tiniest bit better. Attempt to, as a friend and others wiser than myself have said before, become the change I want to see in the world.
We'll see. It won't come over night. It'll probably take a long time, actually; and I'm prepared for some compromises along the way. But I'm hopeful (or maybe just naive) enough to at least try.