Back in the States

I'm back. I made it through my last 3 weeks of international travel.
So much to think about, so much to write about.
But, I need to write tonight, not about my adventures, but about what is going to come now. What am I going to do?
Bobbie from the deli messaged me, since she saw that I was back and told me I could start tomorrow if I wanted to. Then I went in to the Dunes just to say hi, and the kids that were still there were ecstatic. They also begged me to start back there tomorrow.  I want to throw up.
I don't know what to do. I could stay for a couple weeks, but I don't have a bed. I'd have to sleep on the loveseat or on the recliner.
Should I just go and totally wing it again?
Am I really supposed to go to Louisiana?
I don't see the way. I don't know what to do.  And the pressure applied today by these people to come back to work doesn't help. It makes me want to run away. I love them, but I am not getting sucked in. But I do need money, so do I work for a few weeks? But still the problem of a bed. And the fact that it can't be long term anyhow, work runs out here the end of September.

I'm so lost.

The ongoing saga

How things change and how they stay ever the same.  I am now in Austria. Ireland was epic,  and Greece was perfect for my rest and relaxation.  It was the vacation part of this trip.  To be entirely honest,  it grows tedious.  I think mainly because I have left the English speaking countries behind.  Even just going to the grocery store is difficult,  because everything is in German.  Which would be translatable if I had a phone that worked, but it requires WiFi. For instance,  I bought the wrong kind of cheese today simply because I couldn't read it.
So, I think the long and short of it is,  I'm homesick.  I still have 2 and a half more weeks in countries that don't speak English.  Germany,  Hungary,  Romania,  and France.  Luckily I'll get a break from it all when I meet up with Carolyn and Matt, and Derek and Jina.

It's been great though.  Such an adventure,  meeting interesting people.  A reiteration to find joy in the process not the end result.

When I get back,  will you tell me to come home?  I'm sick of exile.