About me

I have always been a traveller, a wanderer. I was an army brat until I was 7 or so, and then my family moved every few years between Florida and Texas. When I was 16, I stayed in Texas with my dad and met my best friend. From then on, I had a wanderlust and travelled all over the States and few other countries.
I always seem to come back to Florida, as my Mom and sister live here. But Florida is not what I call a perfect place, a Shangri-la. So every now and again, I will pickup and go, always looking for that perfect place, where the light is just right.
Last year, I started a walk across America and got as far as Texas, before a puma crossed my path.
I am not in a hurry to get anywhere, but seem to have diminishing tolerance for a life that I feel I haven't chosen. That had been good for my soul but not so much for my physical welfare. I have been homeless for the last two months, though living in a car now. Im not much bothered by it. It does have its hassles, but I feel as though I've been homeless for most of my life, so not actually having a place to call home isn't a big change.
But I've been searching for a place where I can be happy. The walk was all about that. But I think with my poor diet and the condition of my body, i was just ready for an oasis, any oasis. And the puma was a good excuse as any.
I think that because of the way I've lived my life, not really going back where I have tread, that maybe my reality has changed more than it would if I lived and worked in the same place for years on end. I have always found that when I first get to a new place, that I am most in tune with serendipity, and positive things happening.
I'm 47 and though I don't feel my age, I am done with being a wayward traveller. I want to be happy in the now. It's a struggle, to weigh the pressures of money versus where I want to be, where I think I will be most happy. But sometimes you just need to do something stupid and trust that its all going to work out.