Ironically, I’ve started composing this long winded exotic description of our experiences at Angkor Wat. In doing so, I’ve completely avoided posting anything else. So, for now in order to get back to posting some writing, I’ll put that post aside. When I have the most to say, I end up saying nothing.

It’s been a very tough time deciding whether to remain in Indonesia for yet another year or not. To be honest, this was the closest I’ve ever been to leaving. It seems every year, this inevitable question rolls around and I resign to another year in Jakarta. Friends come, friends go. I’m at a critical juncture in my life: either I need to focus much more heavily on this career and invest more in it, or I need to start seeking out the next step.

This entire chapter in my life was to be a one or two year experience in my mid-20’s. After nearly six years working in a field I didn’t plan on doing, I have to ask myself if this is the path I should be walking or have I been doing so out of comfort and stability? Would photography remain a passion if I were to focus my entire future on it? Is that even feasible?

I can’t help but feel that if I returned to the States I’d be, in effect, starting from scratch. I’m not afraid of that, but it’s an odd feeling to be a stranger in your own land. I’m not the least bit homesick, and would gladly stay in Southeast Asia if something were to come along. But that something isn’t likely to come along unless I loosen the reigns on my stability here, and perhaps jump ship (eventually). Sink or swim.

I know I’ve pondered these questions before; surely it’s boring to read through these miscellaneous ramblings. The choice will be made for me soon enough if I don’t take matters into my own hands. This isn’t a post written in a somber mood – just trying to prepare for reality and perhaps an insertion into the unknown.