So now it’s gone and I sometimes feel a bit homeless, like a drifter. Don’t get me wrong I have been blessed with people taking me in and that since the fire but it get’s hard when you are always a guest. Especially when you are a bit of an odd ball like myself and a borderline control freak. You also always wonder whether you are outstaying your welcome and find it hard to relax sometimes.
For the most part I love being abroad, travelling and living a semi nomadic lifestyle but sometimes you just want to feel at home. I’m not quit Dorothy yet but sometimes I just wanna go home…