Here we go again

I think perhaps I am a modern nomad, though I must disclose that I might fall short, because a true nomad probably wouldn’t leave their belongings in storage units or boxed up in their mom’s garage. And it seems I must be a confused one as well. The Elk come down into the valleys in the winter to escape the harsh weather, but it seems a stupid migration strategy to spend winters where it is icy and cold, and summers where it is hot and dry. Or to move around so much at all. Sometimes, I’m afraid I’ve lost my bearings on life and find myself spinning in place until I get dizzy and fall over.

And here I go again. I’m torn between the desire to settle down and that of exploring. I want to unpack my bags and not have to think about when I’ll be packing them again, to have all my belongings in one place. I often wish I could have all my friends in one place. But I keep finding myself off to somewhere new, and just when I begin to question my true desires, I realize how excited I am to be going.

So now I have a new excuse to blog again. I’ve been fighting it since I came back from Morocco, and though I understand my desire to write, I couldn’t reconcile my need to post it. Some vain hope that someone would find it interesting.