wounded warrior

A fellow journeyman struggling to rediscover his first love. These are my tears, my wounds, my struggles, and my questions. May, as the saints of old have said, they be the tools other's lives are built on.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

drifter

I am a drifter out on an a dead end road
Trying to find my way back......home?

I left home when I was 18 never to return. Holidays were spent with the grandparents, not at the place I grew up. The few weekends I did visit were pure hell. During one fight my mom told me she didn't want me there for the summer so I figured I wouldn't burden her anymore than I already did. 18 years was long enough. Maybe too long.

I hate it when people ask where I am from. I honestly don't know how to answer. I really don't know what they are asking. I grew up in Plainwell, MI. Though I don't remember much if any of living there. That was 10 years ago, but it might as well have been 200 and me reading it from a text book than to recall anything from my memory. So, it follows that I feel weird giving Plainwell as an answer to where I am from. I haven't lived there in over 10 years. I have lived more time not in Plainwell than in Plainwell, as I moved there when I was 8. When I lived out of state for the time I did, saying I was from Michigan suficed. Now that I am back I don't know what to say.

I added it up one time and I think I have moved something like 20 times in the last 10 years. The place I have lived the longest has been Lansing. So I guess I am from here. But then it gets complicated because I just moved back here. No reason like family or anything. Family was the last reason I waned to move back. I just felt like I had to, so here I am.

I am a drifter that's for sure. Don't really know how or why. Sometimes I hate it. Really hate it. Other times it fits me. I have no family, I gave up on them a long time ago. I have yet to start my own family, sometimes wonder if I ever will. I like to travel, I like the open road. After watching "Into the Wild", I am thinking of spending a summer hitching rides across this beautiful land that some take claim to as the States. I would love to follow in Chris' footsteps and travel up to Alaska. Maybe even spend a night in the magic bus. But thanks to fear, and global bullying, I need a piece of paper that says I am a citizen of America. I am not though. I gave up on America last July 4th, my personal independence day.

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