weeping traveler

I feel some kind of numb! Aloof to all things but at the same time still interested in the small things, still bound to my ponderous dreaming. Well indifferent one moment and lost in some parallel universe the next. I am trying to build a nest without the basic twigs.

I have all these options, live here, live there and yet I live no where. I have considered myself to be a modern day gypsy for years. My nickname by many is "the bag lady" As I never know where I will go next I have this habitual way of carrying a backpack, with all the loose bits, a camera bag, my soul, a larger bag, my clothes, a satchel, my computer, my communication and a hand bag filled with loose papers, pens and stuff. Sometimes I also have a plastic bag with my damp swimsuit and towel and always draped over my shoulders a couple of jackets and on my head a few hats. This is how I look when walking into the place a stay, ready for all seasons and ready to go...

For now I'm done with this city,
I would like the sea, If the sea doesn't work,
bring the bush to me,
or even a farmland picturesque
Sense honestly I have become used to the gypsy

So now I have a choice of where I should live and this choice has become hard. How to choose when still so confused. How to make decisions when everything is jumbled. How to live when I seem to be between two universes.

I must remember: before one can run, one must walk. Before one walks , they must crawl. I am crawling, trying to find my feet to walk. Running is not an option, balanced slow paced walking is my objective. A not so scandalous goal.