On mom's balcony, reflecting.

There's nothing quite like being cooped up in your mom's place after 5 months of solo travel. I returned to Minneapolis on the 10th of April. It didn't make sense to get an apartment of my own until June, so I've been staying with my mother in her downtown condo. Between old habits and the cable TV, I've been completely out of sorts. I don't feel like myself here. The late spring hasn't helped either.

During my first week back in the USA, I spent half my time freaking about business development logistics and spent the other half of my time figuring out how to leave Minneapolis.

My second week back, the biz dev logistics freakout got the best of me, I celebrated my birthday, reconnected with some friends and discovered (again) why I love this city.

On week three I was bowled over by the JA-SIG conference, which happened to be in St Paul this year. I gave presentations on three days out of four. The info was good and the conversations were great, but my presentations could have been better.

It's now week four and I've finally started meditating again. I think this is my first moment of reflection since leaving London. As I sit here and look at the midnight skyline, I'm trying to call up a bit of perspective. These past month's travels are like a dream. This moment is like a dream. Why do I always forget to pay attention?