violet_belle

tis the season of mobility
It is that time of year again when I try my damndest to convince myself that what I really need is just up there, ahead in the next town / city / country etc.
It's this ridiculous roulette wheel in my head with the ball spinning and bouncing off of where I "should" be and where I "want" to be. With the blacks and reds being one of the many options I present to myself.
This battle has become an annual event now for about 10 or 11 years. But it is only in the past 2 years when I have felt it the most. Am I getting to old to just up and "nomad" onto the next place. But if I stay here, well.....i am just here. Etc etc etc, blah blah blah.
Is it that I actually do love just moving constantly or is it that I am running away.
Fuckin gyp blood in my veins causes no end of trouble.