A day out.... in pictures....

        

  

   

  

maybe i'll write some words later..... maybe not.....

Home? Do you need to know the answer?

Home? Do you need to know the answer?

Yes I was born in a town.  A town I didn't grow up in but I've returned to many times over the years, to 'try on' over and over. All in effort of trying to find that home. 

But we didn't stay there for long after my birth. My constantly uprooted nature I guess started right there.

Next was a smaller town we stayed for even less time. We were to return, but left on a bit of a 2 hippy mom whim trip one windy February in the 1970's. (Tacoma Narrow Bridge blew down, historians?)

Then comes 3 years of tales I'll tell some day in complete fashion. This portion of my MANY journeys ends in Key West FL, 3 whole years! There's some good tales in the getting there... I was 5 years old when we headed south so, memories are hazy...

 

Then at age 8 it was back to that 2nd smaller town for what turned out to be through my senior graduation. Lovely town. Very unhappy years. Below is pictured the location of my solace. How the heck did I graduate?

I left that town the day after graduation, my mother not long after.

She resides back in the 1st town again. Which I've 'tried on' many times over the years but it never quite fit like I said above. I guess because my birth certificate says a town name, I think, it must feel like home, someday?

    

After a few years there, I kept a home base but begun roaming - a lot. There were many attempts all over California it was like I was all the three bears all rolled into one big hot mess.

   

I did then have a brief 5 years in a lovely city which I plan on trying on again soon.

    

Currently I'm trying to resolve getting back to the left coast after I got pulled from that city on an 'adventure' I'm just now wrapping up.

No regrets. A lot of bad decisions however.

Almost 12 years gone now.

This adventure took me to the desert to the 'south' to the last 10 years where I've been quite stuck. I call it the frozen tundra of doom. Introduced me to a sport I actually kinda love. Saw the world as the  majority of the country does. And it terrifies me. Btw, where I am now? "Love canal" isn't far...

        

As this time winds down, I think I know where my next 'home' will be.

But I'm going to be taking a brief breather in the town the gave me a high school diploma. I need the breather after leaving the city that 'schooled' me in more ways than I can even begin to recount. good and bad. 

     

One lesson I know I've learned? I need to clear my head. Here I come for a stop over... come what may. I hope someone has a nice rental for me!

3,000 miles to go before I can 'rest'.

And that's only when I can finally go. You get stuck for a reason(s) after all.

But I have realized, where your home is? It can change... just don't get stuck again. Or try not to... THIS is my lesson learned.