Saturday, May 14, 2011

“Well it seems I got that old traveling bone…”

I hit the road and just kept running months after I turned 18, packed my bags and that was it.  It seems like I’ve got some sort of wondering spirit and as long as I can see the road it seems to feel like home wherever I am.  I don’t know where that comes from, it’s not a need but I don’t find it to be a fault either.  I spent years behind the wheel of an 18 wheeler and it never felt like I lost my way, there was always a home base at the end of my log book.  Went overseas and never felt homesick.  I’m bound to bound from place to place it seems, even now I look at my surroundings and it’s not home, just a temporary place to lay my head.  My pillow has been a camouflaged pack, a rock, a $3 pillow from Wal-Mart, a stranger’s bed and mostly a surprise when I wake up.  I’ve packed my bags more often than I’ve changed jobs, which says a lot considering how much I’ve moved.  The most peaceful I’ve ever been was during the full moon under the stars where I was able to see all the stars, doesn’t matter where it was it always seemed like the place I was supposed to be.  Maybe that’s why I associate myself with people who did the same, damn you Kerouac, but it has been a fun trip and I do eventually end up in the same place, back in LA.  So “put a candle in the window…yeah I’ll becoming home soon, as long as I can see the light”.

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