Tuesday, February 26, 2008
I miss the freedom of the road. Not really everything that goes along with that but the ideal of the freedom. The reality of living on the road. Moving and going and exploring and surviving. That is different. The thought of going anywhere, doing anything. Just being. As it is now places I want to visit and there is no time no energy and other things that take precedent. Places I have been to which I would like to return. Places seen and loved and carried henceforth. New places to explore and find. New wonders. It is not because this time or this place is not good because it is wonderful and fulfilling. It is just a draw, a call for the other.