I had recently stumbled in on what I thought was where I wanted to call home, a little dirt road just south of Margaret river, a rarity for the nomad, ”I thought home was in the heart” yeah I’m back to thinking such a beautiful thought as “home” (being that one place) is just a … Continue reading BackFrom|WhoKnows|WhereAmI.
The rain falls outside the foggy windows of the van, inside, the smoke curls in the condensed air, wrapped under the multiple layers of blankets, my head nestled into the excessive number of throw pillows. Ignoring the water leaking through a series of invisible cracks in the window seals, that I still haven’t fixed for … Continue reading FirstDazeInCanadia.
I find myself sitting in Starbucks, a rare occasion, strictly for the Wi-Fi and not the overrated yet surprising reasonable priced coffee. I look around for some sort of inspiration, starring at my oily keyboard and feeling guilty about the bacon and egg muffin I just ate 12 hours passed an ‘official’ breakfast, and I … Continue reading ToughtsOnNoSubject.