Am I no longer a traveler?

It's been about 3 weeks since I've officially settled in Santiago, Chile. In that time, amongst the sweltering summer sun, I've moved into two different apartments, started a full time job, practiced and taught yoga and even started training for a half marathon. When I stopped this weekend to reflect on my life in the Southern Hemisphere thus far, I was almost put off. Isn't this relatively the same life I had not much more than a year ago? Isn't this idea of a routine and daily grind what I wanted to get away from? Is this boring? I felt perplexed. Perhaps I hadn't gone about this right, was purely "living" in a foreign land enough of the adventure my wanderlust craved?

But then I spoke with a friend, who helped put things into perspective, and as I stared out my window looking into the distant Andes mountains and he said, "but Cara, you are living in Chile...." Ah yes, there it was. I may not be hostel hopping or trekking mountains, but this is a new kind of adventure. One where I try and make a life for myself in a foreign city, amongst a completely different culture, set of values and language from what I am used to. I'd call it a "challenge" adventure.

My birthday has just recently passed and as I think about my goals for the last year I have in this decade I can only hope that I continue to challenge myself and others around me. For without a thirst for adventure and a true intention to make ourselves better people we won't ever change and wouldn't that just be...boring.