I'm a gypsy. I call no place my home. I am not defined by a geographical location. As they say, home is where the heart is....but right now, my heart is torn. It is lost to me. It will not be this way for ever, I know. But for now, this is my reality.
I'm 27 & I've been everywhere from the Black Sea to the Bearing Sea & all in between. I was born in a house just a few blocks from the beach. I have climbed on Roman ruins over 1000 years old in Spain. Strolled through the gardens of the gods, dwarfed by the titans around me. I have seen the beauty & cosmic design in everything around me and slaughtered it all without care or concern. I have been full of more energy & life than a new born child & found myself struggling just to survive & stay alive.
Change has been the one, true & only constant in my life. Forcing me to leave behind & let go of everything I've held dear or loved. Stripping me bare. Shedding my skin. Finally leaving me with nothing but my own self.
And this is where I'm at right now. Finally forced to live with myself. In my own skin. Forced to learn who I am. What I really want. And, hopefully, in time, evolve into a fully integrated & whole human being. A day, a time, a moment that I personally, can not wait for.
Who am I? I don't know yet.....but I'm finding my way.