Cycles, now why you gotta be so vicious?

FLOW CHART

I am unemployed (which leads to) don't know what to do with myself (which leads to) watching the world cup for a month (which leads to) feeling just a little bit french again (which leads to) being curious about my adventures in France WHICH LEADS ME HERE!

Actually, and truly, honestly and unabashedly (MORE ADVERBS, YOU SAY?), it was again, the narcicissm in me (OH YOU BEAUTIFUL DELICATE FLOWER) that led me back to jesuisworkoff combined with "crap! I've got nothing to do" combined with gazing once more into the reflecting pool of "damn baby, you write so good!"

All in all, the blog is back. Wrought this time, with tales of post college- dom, because for many I think it is just as unchartered and poorly written about as study abroad adventures.

Because that was all explanation, I must entice you with at least one line of the satisfying descriptive nature to bring my readers (er, reader) back.

Oh god, we don't know where we are going. All the same we are on our way. We're going. We're getting there. We're running. We're shifting into gear. We're tapping on tray tables of trains and planes. We are shifting at subway stations and bus stops, ready to go. We are developing a steady rhythm. We can feel everything pushing against us. We press on anyway, until finally we find our feet move in step with the rest of the world so we break out over the steepest part of the hill. And oh! does it look beautiful on top.