Besides having an ever racing mind, i also have a restless spirit. When i stay idle to long in one place i get an uncontrollable urge to move somewhere else, its almost a madness at times. Because of this flaw, over the last decade I've spent five summers living on an island, spent a couple years in the trucking industry, and Moved to Colorado and back with plans of moving out of state again within the year. The life of a nomad can be fun, I've had many interesting experiences, some good, some bad, but in the end there's always a good story to be told.
The only times I've managed to feel OK about staying put is when in a relationship, but as soon as I'm not chained down i make my escape. It always feels like I'm trying to find a place that feels like home, I think that's what I've been searching for all theses years. The closest thing that makes me feel like im home is my best friend, which is the reason i made my return from Colorado. It wasn't that i didn't like Denver, it was an amazing city with great people, i loved my jobs and loved hanging out downtown. But it just didn't feel right without her there to experience it with. There were so many times when I'd see or hear something that i wanted to tell her, or hear of a cool event or pass by an interesting bar, and then remember the only person i want to share my adventures with was 1,200 miles away.
They always say home is where the heart is, but I'm learning home is who has your heart.
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