back and forth

1 more night in buenos aires for awhile. is this really my life, to come here every couple of months from my home in santiago? is my home really in santiago right now, complete with job, apt, boyfriend, friends, and routine?

it doesn't feel real sometimes. i'm all over the place, working in a position beyond my years of experience, working and living with people from all over the world, living in another language, working in another language, traveling always, resting sometimes, enjoying everything.

though i've become so comfortable that sometimes i don't know what to say here... or maybe just busy. maybe the comfort is in that i'm never quite comfortable. or that i just never stop. or that now i recognize where my culture has come and gone into my life here.

so to be content is not to be content or comfortable - the challenge is always calling.