well, after all these years of rambling and living out of a backpack, or my car, or a tent, or a shanty, or a hotel, i'm finally settling into a place. i knew that i wanted to eventually end up back in colorado and here i am, making a house a home an hour from my where my family lives and just on the other side of the mountains from where i was born and raised.
as one who is used to either the hustle of trying to make it in a big city, or the opposite nothingness of enjoying the simplicity of life off the grid, this settling into the comfortable routine of a towney is a strange process. i am enjoying the hell out of it.
the unpacking, cleaning, cooking, decorating, exploring, shopping, relaxing routine of simply being at home is something i have not really experienced for years. in fact, i've never really experienced anything like this. i'm buying houseplants. it's crazy.
we also bought a patio table so we could eat outside while the weathers so nice. i've been cooking gourmet meals to my hearts content and enjoying them in the fresh air, under the beautiful tree right outside our window.
i haven't quite given up my hard-earned gypsy title though.... i still have belongings scattered across two states. when i turn in the keys to my san francisco storage unit and park my stuff here i feel i will have officially ended that chapter. for now though i'm just auditioning for the role of settler. and of course the wandering will never end.. that's just who i am. but i'm remembering what it feels like to have a home to come back to.
do you know what it's like to be a gypsy? i know for certain some of you do. that strange uprooted feeling of knowing you have no home? you have no solid place on this earth where you can return. instead you drift freely, making your home out of the scraps you assemble in each place you touch down in, scraps which are left behind and forgotten as soon as you drift on to the next temporary home. i've loved this feeling. i love this feeling. i will always love this feeling.
but creeping into my heart, i think there might be room for it now, this feeling of home is growing on me. it's starting root-like at the base of me and while my thoughts and dreams still wander over continents my emotions have a corner-stone. a place to hide my valuables and long for when i'm sick. a place to return to when the journey is done.
as one who is used to either the hustle of trying to make it in a big city, or the opposite nothingness of enjoying the simplicity of life off the grid, this settling into the comfortable routine of a towney is a strange process. i am enjoying the hell out of it.
the unpacking, cleaning, cooking, decorating, exploring, shopping, relaxing routine of simply being at home is something i have not really experienced for years. in fact, i've never really experienced anything like this. i'm buying houseplants. it's crazy.
we also bought a patio table so we could eat outside while the weathers so nice. i've been cooking gourmet meals to my hearts content and enjoying them in the fresh air, under the beautiful tree right outside our window.
i haven't quite given up my hard-earned gypsy title though.... i still have belongings scattered across two states. when i turn in the keys to my san francisco storage unit and park my stuff here i feel i will have officially ended that chapter. for now though i'm just auditioning for the role of settler. and of course the wandering will never end.. that's just who i am. but i'm remembering what it feels like to have a home to come back to.
do you know what it's like to be a gypsy? i know for certain some of you do. that strange uprooted feeling of knowing you have no home? you have no solid place on this earth where you can return. instead you drift freely, making your home out of the scraps you assemble in each place you touch down in, scraps which are left behind and forgotten as soon as you drift on to the next temporary home. i've loved this feeling. i love this feeling. i will always love this feeling.
but creeping into my heart, i think there might be room for it now, this feeling of home is growing on me. it's starting root-like at the base of me and while my thoughts and dreams still wander over continents my emotions have a corner-stone. a place to hide my valuables and long for when i'm sick. a place to return to when the journey is done.
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