Let me be completely honest with you for a few minutes. By the time November rolled around, I was kind of sick of the “digital nomad” cycle. I was sick of packing and unpacking my bags. I was sick of having to find new grocery stores and ATMs and pharmacies and go-to bars and restaurants. I was sick of learning new language phrases. I was sick of figuring out how to work a new stove, shower, and washing machine. After five months on the road, and a really rough month in Rabat, I was in a pretty weird emotional state.