full of moxie and viscosity

Today marks NINE DAYS of no picking. I don't intend to start up again.

In speaking with Jaime online, and having similar experiences in Barcelona with a guy I met on Saturday night, and listening to Dacia talk about how much she wants to travel, I have thought heavily about our inherently transient nature at this age.

We feel so temporary inside, and so the mere movement from place to place feels so natural and easy. It feels right. I know that for myself, I've had a hard time NOT being in transition in Fresno. Or rather, not knowing what the next step is going to be. Traveling is different: when you travel, you are aware of your final destination, which is home. Home. Knowing where home is and wanting to be there are two very different things. I think the bottom line is that as a group of individuals, our age group wants to be moveable, changeable, transitory, adaptable. Our anthem changes depending on where our suitcase falls open. We are ramblers, knowing we have a home somewhere, wanting to be elsewhere.