5 027. Foreign

When would it all end. When would I find some balance that wasn’t depending on unpredictable things like the weather and good health and well, the kindness of peoples hearts. Perhaps a quiet life just wasn’t for me. Perhaps I would finally find my place, my dream cabin. As long as that wasn’t what my heart yearned for, I wouldn’t accept it even if it was given to me for free. I had to keep moving. Something was pulling me, something was calling me and I had to answer.