What a rollercoaster of a life I live. I swing between WAY TOO MUCH ACTIVITY and ... man... i'm so bored... what am i going to do today...? who am i going to talk to...?

In some ways, I wonder if it's the life a missionary. I could be busy for a year working overseas, but for the first month back for furlough I'm floating along wondering how I'm going to fill all this time. Every time I move I feel like this. Until I get settled and oriented I'm living in that shallow, shady limbo-land of not knowing anyone and having too much time on my hands. I don't like it. There needs to be a balance but there's no way to balance it.