Yeah ok so I kinda stole that title idea a bit…. they can sue me.   Here I am pondering the implications of the medical revelations the Doctor’s down here have delivered, while also trying to wrap my head around the idea that I am in Los Angeles – and feel oddly surreal.  I felt the same way when I was wandering Osaka, and again in Kandahar, and I even felt it a bit in New Mexico.  Shit, it whispered in my ear in Northern Alberta more than once.

I can’t quite put my finger on it – it is the feeling of floating without an anchor of any sort, yet not the kind of relaxation you might expect associated with a vacation.  Not negative but…. not quite real.  A little like I am watching through a lense. 

Sure some of it is being completely alone here, so other than chatting at the clinic, no words leave my mouth for 23hrs a day – perhaps it is the lack of personal connection that feels so foreign, prevents a source of normalcy.

Anyone who knows me, knows I like solitude and travel well alone, so perhaps this is just a different facet of my personality coming to the fore.  Regardless, I am happy to take shorts and tshirt weather in November, surreal or otherwise.

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