Sometimes I wake up and if I keep my eyes shut I could be literally anywhere. It's not until I hear the birds that I know where I am, and it's the nicest feeling in the world. I don't know if this implies if I am a born gypsy or totally willing to accept my lack of stability but either way it makes me wonder how I am going to handle it once settled in somewhere. Am I long haul material? I love setting up a home and making it mine. I also adore sitting in said home with a cup of coffee and a book to get lost in the hours that come knowing I don't have anywhere to be but home, so. I don't know what it is going to take to make me want to stay somewhere. Some people believe I just haven't found the right person, but I don't believe that for a second. I am so into home and it rarely has to do with the right person. Although, it hasn't been the right person yet, so who knows.
A couple more weeks and this will be yet another location I have lived and loved. There are so many places to see. So many places to be. I can't even wrap my head around it.
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I don't think it has anything to do with finding the right person. I'm going with the way more obvious "if you have wanted to stay any place you've been you just haven't found the right place"
Finding the right person is great and all, and wanting it is admirable but I refuse to relegate you to "will never be happy without a man". Find your place, make your life and manifest the rest. If you build it, they will come baby!
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