I am stuck today.
I used to take pride in the thought that I may just be the last true romantic. Kinda like the last of the Mohicans...but then again, he died. So I will stop that analogy right now.
So the adventure has brought me to Washington D.C.
And here is how I feel right now:
What the hell was I thinking?
I probably wasn't, no surprises there.
Feeling would be the proper word I guess. And now I am stuck.
I know I ought to grow up, slow down, stay put, set up goals... Right?
But I just can't wait for the next adventure.
Perhaps if I give it time it will begin here.
But how much time?
Since August '06 I have lived in 3 different countries and crossed the atlantic 9 times. And each and every time it has been because I was in love. Not always with a man... although that would account for the bulk... but with an idea, a feeling.
And when I reach my destination it is never just right.
I think I get the most satisfaction out of the travel itself. The innocence of a new destination with the potential of adventure, friends and love.
Unknown.
Unfelt.
But here I feel trapped.
Stuck.
Part of me wishing that there was something to hold me down, make me stay. Show me the paradise of the present through THEIR eyes.
But then again, perhaps I am not looking for that.
Maybe this is what I am supposed to be doing.
But if that's the case, why am I not satisfied?
I feel restless.
Need a change.
Uh-oh....
Watch out.
My mom will be seriously upset if I leave again.
But then again... it's a big world out there. And I think it is time to take another look around.
Interesting!
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I was wondering what you were up to.
How goes your search for the new now?
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Rebecca gurl,
Dat was poetic, full of life and its essence this is what i missed in u from your long absence. I know i cannot hold u down, nobody else can except u.
Please ride on u have a lot ahead to discover and rediscover...
Bye gurl, but remember u have someone's heart with u