I'm two gas tanks into my return from Central America. Though the livin' is easy here, I still don't feel much at home. I worry that, as the days roll by, I might forget my vision and sink back into the grind. I constantly have to remind myself that "There's a whole world out there," and that it beckons me to return to it...It's hard to fight the numbness, however.

Mountain bikes, SUVs and restaurants with comfortable atmospheres. They just put me to sleep. Only the thought of injuring myself in some grand fall keeps my heart going around here.