Chapter 9: Gypsy Eyes.

sometimes it sucks having to move so much. it seems like all I have every done has been moving from place to place collecting memories of people and places i might never see again.I really thought this was the last place on my route and i would have somewhere to be forever. but now it's like I shouldn't get my hopes up about any place I end up living because it'll all be stable for a good few years and then boom somewhere new.it's like my brain wants to stay but I cant fight who I am. I am a nomad but I want to be a nation builder. i want to have a permanent home where I can stay and love and be loved. maybe it's just me romanticizing the idea of stability because it's something I didn't get to have. it's like the grass in greener on the other side. you build something up in your head because you don't have it but once you have it is it really that great? does stability really matter? does it make life any better or is it just how you choose to view things. if you have a positive outlook it really doesn't matter if you are a nomad or if you are stationary.i'm pretty sure it'd be really boring to just stay in one place for the rest of your life if you're a rolling stone like me. it gets a little tiring , like i am running constantly figuring out where to be. it's on this eternal loop.but I am pretty sure this next adventure will be fun, and i will have fun meeting new people and seeing new places. I'll probably figure out what I am really supposed to be doing with my life and establish myself.