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I've been home for a week now. I haven't completely unpacked. Not everything has been put in their rightful places. I don't feel like I have completely gotten back into the swing of my daily life. But here I am, on an early Saturday morning, pouring through a travel magazine, looking for where I can take my next adventure. It's almost sick and wrong. Everyone keeps asking, "Where are you going next??". I guess that's what is expected of me now. Not that I mind, of course. I want to hit the road again to find something different around the next corner. And if both finances and vacation days were plentiful, the next trip would happen ASAP. Last summer was filled with unexpected trips. Little ones that overtook the summer. This summer, I've gone on a trip hiatus. Nothing is planned. Nothing can be planned. Mostly, cause of my lack of vacation days, but mostly because I need a break. The South American Adventure was an 8 month planning...