We're at sea now and will arrive in Penang, Malaysia tomorrow morning. We've only been at sea for 3 days and it's gone by quickly. The time between ports of call for the next few weeks is very short…I'm going to Kuala Lumpur with Amanda, Noah, Mario and Carrie and it should be a good time. It'll be nice to do some "indy travel" and they're all great people. We do our research and take advice from others who have been to these places before, but truth is, we never know what to expect! (The pic for this blog entry is the Petronas Towers in Kuala Lumpur or KL as it is known) I don't have any real expectations for Malaysia so I hope to be pleasantly surprised.

The other day marked the halfway point of the voyage…after today; we have 53 days to go. Is it bad that I'm counting? I'm not sure what's going on in my head right now. I'm having a wonderful time and doing all of the things that I came out here to do: I'm learning a lot professionally, I'm making great friends, I'm seeing the world….I'm fulfilling my dream. Then why am I hurting? Did I chase one dream at the expense of others?

I'm learning a lot about how the rest of the world looks and lives, but I'm also learning a lot about myself, the people in my life and how I want to live. It is taking all of my energy and everything I have to hold myself together. I've been writing to share my travels but mostly to preserve my memories and keep my sanity. If anyone is reading this, I guess I'm just asking for a little a smile in your thoughts. Thank you to to all who write, post messages, and keep me in your thoughts.