A friend just asked if, now that I'm peregrinating about and being utterly freewheeling, whether I'm back to my old self, and how distant Disney feels. My answer was that the job really feels like someone else's memory that I temporarily housed, like I had been sent down the wrong Bladerunner assembly line but am now fixed.
i took this picture from outside Kata Tjuda, and I think it summarizes the Disney years pretty well:
Whereas now, things are much more like this.
The oyster waits, shelled.