Well, as much s I love traveling and seeing new places, there is nothing like being in my own home, with my stuff and my bed. Cats too. They weren't too upset with me this time. Too short a trip I guess. The fish,however, is still ticked off. He's a feisty little Cichlid anyway.
I have seen more of the Heartland (aka Midwest) than most of the folks who live there. I am a big city kid, and cannot imagine living in Smalltown USA. Lord knows there were enough of them along the way. No insult to any who find that comforting and do-able, but not me. I must admit,I find that odd too, because I hate crowds. I just think I need more access to the world in general through culture and interaction. Admitting I am from one place for the whole of my life would seem criminal. That is how nomadic I am.
I have always thought that a modified Winnebago would be ideal for me, were I financially independent. Turtle with a well-loaded shell, I guess.
That way I get my own bed and kitchen (I love to cook) but I can move when the mood strikes.
Ah well.
Now I can take my time, review this journal and go back to seeing things through a child's eyes.
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