DC, Baltimore, Richmond, Orlando and now Chicago and soon off to California. Yup…my life.
Don’t get me wrong; I love travelling and seeing new places. Its just that every time I get on a plane/bus or whatever, I feel like I am going in the wrong direction.
It makes me long for the things I do not have, all these traveling does. I stand in line at TSA and babies smile at me and my womb literally contracts. Older men open doors for me and I miss my father. Young men wearing their multicolored Nikes make me wish my brothers were right beside me to see all the amazing things the world has to offer. Lovers holding onto each…sigh, lets not even explore the multifaceted feelings seeing them bring.
I just want to stop. In the midst of all these crowds racing to make sure they don’t miss out on their destinations, I just want to stop. Stop and breathe. Stop and close my eyes. Stop and remember why I was going that way in the first place.
It has been a minute in this space. Life continues to happen. I miss blogosphere. All my favorite bloggers are MIA. It is maddening. I find myself going back to their blogs, reading their last posts and looking for hints of where/how they might be. I am a storyteller. Believe me when I say I have made up stories about the lives of each one of these bloggers. T-Notes is really a pervert(duh) in real life but some girl finally has him on the path of change. Muse is in his early forties and experiencing a mid-life crisis. Rethots is still rethinking everything and is a PHD type guy.
Christmas will be here soon. All I want is to finally be on the right plane, the right bus, the right whatever it is…I just need to know I going in the direction of home.
Heaven only knows where that is…
Song of the day: Oleta Adams – Get here if you can