Doing the "not working" thing

Almost all of my posts the past few months have been on our travel blog because that's what we are doing, traveling, 24-7. When my Mom retired she said she had no idea how she ever had time to work and now I know what she meant. It's been a strange transition and I have gone through many stages in the past 5 months:

1. Worry and anxiety - the first few weeks after we hit the road it was hard to relax. I worried about what was happening at work without me, worried about my cat, worried about what life on the road would be like...basically I FOUND things to worry about.
2. Relaxation - after about 2 weeks I started to relax and get into the groove of traveling.
3. Guilt - in the middle of our trip through the states when we were going from a Motel 6 in one town to a Motel 6 in the next town I started to think maybe this was not what I wanted to do with my life. I felt it was necessary to look up information on all of the touristy sites for the next town/region and felt guilty if we didn't go see them. I also felt guilty about quiting, about not earning money, about...well, everything. This is also about the time I started having the teeth dreams. I lost my retainers just before we left Mexico and we decided to wait until we went back to Mexico to get replacements. My teeth started shifting and I had horrible dreams about waking up with my teeth sticking straight out through my lips. I had a lot of trouble sleeping.
4. Displacement and existential angst - when we first got to Italy it was exciting, but it quickly devolved into a feeling of displacement. Everything was strange. On top of that, I started pondering the big questions, the ones you keep at bay during your normal existance by being so busy that they rarely creep up on you. Why am I here? What am I supposed to be doing? Am I making the right choices with my life? It's a lot harder to ignore these thoughts when you aren't busy! It's also hard to have too many choices! A lot harder than only having two.
5. Homesickness - OK, a lot of what I was feeling before had to do with being homesick in some way, but all of a sudden it got bad. The thing is, when you don't HAVE a home to go home to it's a lot more difficult. This is about the time we started talking about going back to the states and finding a cheap place to call home - even if it's only for 6 months out of the year.
6. Lethargy - I don't know if it is the climate, or the place, but when I got to Greece I started to do nothing and feel OK with it. Our days consist of eating, reading, talking to people, wandering the town or laying in the sun - that's about it. I am starting to feel the urge to take up some of the projects I intended to do on this trip, but I never seem to have the time.

Well, this has turned out to be a very different post than I first envisioned. This is usually the point where I hit the delete key!