Today was my first full day of work in 7 days and I must say I feel like I’m back in America. After 7 consecutive stress free days my drive to work consisted of 4 yellow lights that made me slam on the brakes in aggravation. There was 1 light in Queenstown, NZ. Being back drops me in a routine which I’m used to. I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or a bad thing but to make sense of the situation you just have to look at the word balance. I tell people from time to time that if you want to sound really intelligent just say that whatever it is has to be in balance. It works in so many ways and in this particular one it is describing that you have to work to enjoy your play. Neither working or playing all the time is healthy. There must be a balance. I do have a hint of sadness though that it’s all over and here I am back to this real life instead of fantasy land. It’s hard to really delve into the feelings I have about being back because I saw a world where work was secondary to living life and I liked it. Obviously it isn’t always like that but it was for this particular vacation and that’s where good memories come from. We as Americans don’t take long, extended vacations. Europeans go for “holiday” weeks at a time to experience exactly what I did for a week. What I got to do was step back and look at my world from a macro sense and feel what your money can buy you. Now I’m back trying to make money until the next trip…