I really want opposable toes.

I feel like that would be something that might complete my life--not that I'm really missing too much in particular right now--but having opposable toes would really make my life better, I think. It would turn routine, once mundane activities into something new and fantastic.

The monotony of opening a bottle of beer: viola! Transformed into something fabulous as I open it utilizing my opposable toes. The game of darts becomes one-hundred times more exciting as I toss bullseye shots from my new digits.

This was on my mind today.

Did you know Koala's have opposable thumbs and toes? Could life get any better? (Never mind the bit about being hunted into near extinction...)

I mean, honestly, if I had opposable toes I could set a piece of paper on the floor during class and write my notes using my stinky feet.

I could also easily play as both players in a two player video game.

Imagine the new exercises I could invent, now, being able to actually hold the dumbells with my feet. I could even do upside down pullups.

Running might become a bit harder, though.

Not that it really matters, since I've practically abandoned the sport due to how busy I've been.

Pretty unfortunate.

It's strange.

Being back in this life of regimented behavior and daily routines that are pretty rigid. It's not as though the spontaneity of my life is gone, it's just that life has once again finally returned to the hourly schedule.

A bit different than the life I lived back in Tokyo.

I go to Chicago tomorrow.

Then I'll be going to Milwaukee in October.

Then New Orleans in November.

Then Chicago again in December.

And for winter break? Dublin, Paris, Tokyo, Seoul, Dominica or Mexico City. Not sure yet.

Probably should go back to Tokyo.

Aside from opposable toes, I've been thinking a lot about that lately, too.

Tokyo, I mean. And the future, too.

I started back at the Daily Nebraskan last night. It was a lot of weird memories and experiences coming together at once, and sort of reminded me of all the experiences I've had since coming home from Tokyo: being in college again, being a real student, having responsibilities, having bills, etc, etc.

It's strange.

I got a phone call from four of my friends in New York City last night at 2 a.m. and it reminded me how easy it is to travel, how easy it is to just pick up and... go.

The next few months are going to be a whirlwind, I can already tell.

Half of me is excited. Half of me is petrified.