Being a nomad....(sigh)
I'm sitting in yet another hotel room late at night...manifesting my next move.
Why is moving....one of the easiest things to do for me...
I don't carry alot with me and I try not to buy anything I don't need.
I keep a van or some other form of moving vehicle that can fully supply my daily needs of seeing new places and writing about new things...not to mention the free WIFI when I get yet another cup of coffee from the local shop in the center of town.
I have seen the most beautiful waterfalls with my own eyes...not inside of a textbook or the blog of someone's envious travels. I have lived behind a mountain in the national forests of Questa, New Mexico where I awoke to the soothing sounds of the Red River busy with salmon and rainbow trout to catch for breakfast.
I've got enough money to never bother with an electricity bill or the latest fashions. My gas, food and entertainment expenses are taken care of and I never have to worry about it as long a I have a great set of tits and a smile.
I think I've been a gypsy for as long as I can remember...yet its not healthy for anybody else involved unless they have the means to be frivolous and free as I can. It gets kinda lonely on the road..especially for my twat.
So, here I am.
Stuck between living a life of travel, beauty and anonymity or living in a cute, little country home where I can finally begin to grow some moss and establish myself socially, emotionally and intimately.
Will it be all worth it in the end?
Or will it be and end to what it was worth?
You tell me..
I'm sitting in yet another hotel room late at night...manifesting my next move.
Why is moving....one of the easiest things to do for me...
I don't carry alot with me and I try not to buy anything I don't need.
I keep a van or some other form of moving vehicle that can fully supply my daily needs of seeing new places and writing about new things...not to mention the free WIFI when I get yet another cup of coffee from the local shop in the center of town.
I have seen the most beautiful waterfalls with my own eyes...not inside of a textbook or the blog of someone's envious travels. I have lived behind a mountain in the national forests of Questa, New Mexico where I awoke to the soothing sounds of the Red River busy with salmon and rainbow trout to catch for breakfast.
I've got enough money to never bother with an electricity bill or the latest fashions. My gas, food and entertainment expenses are taken care of and I never have to worry about it as long a I have a great set of tits and a smile.
I think I've been a gypsy for as long as I can remember...yet its not healthy for anybody else involved unless they have the means to be frivolous and free as I can. It gets kinda lonely on the road..especially for my twat.
So, here I am.
Stuck between living a life of travel, beauty and anonymity or living in a cute, little country home where I can finally begin to grow some moss and establish myself socially, emotionally and intimately.
Will it be all worth it in the end?
Or will it be and end to what it was worth?
You tell me..
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