Reflections of an artful loafer, one year since passed

It has been just over one year since I touched ground in Paris to embark upon my journey through the continents, two of them to be precise. I returned to the States on December 17 last year, though it feels as if I have been dreaming for the entirety of the nine months since passed. In a way, I have been dreaming. Or, perhaps, I wish that this were a dream. In that case, I could awaken and continue from where I left off, step outside of my apartment in Paris or Buenos Aires (either one, really) and think to myself, "how shall I color my day today?". But, alas, that is not the case. I have had to enter a world far more real than the one I was so fortunate to inhabit during my stint as an artful loafer. In short, I needed to pay "the bills." And I am proud to say that I am fully capable of functioning in the all too real world of bill payment. I have done it and I can do it. Now all I need to do is find where I fit in this bill-payers world. Quite frankly, I'd like to escape, once again, as soon as possible. From time to time, I find myself dreaming of the pigeons and the wayfarers in Place du Contrescarpe, Paris, the sun-drenched peaks of the Andes mountains on the high-altitude passageways between Chile and Argentina, and the warm calm of evenings in the one-bedroom apartment I shared in the fifth arondissement. So, the question is, if you find yourself daydreaming within a world you have deemed a dream to begin with, where are you?