I am a nomad who hates to drive. But driving is the only thing I seem to want to do these days. I often hear the phrase, home is where the heart is, but my heart is currently broken in to four pieces.
one piece in Northern Virginia
one piece in Southern Virginia
one piece in Maryland
one piece in Georgia
According to dictionary.com
no·mad
–noun
1. a member of a people or tribe that has no permanent abode but moves about from place to place, usually seasonally and often following a traditional route or circuit according to the state of the pasturage or food supply.
According to urbandictionary.com
Nomad
Noun. 1.one without a home who moves around or travels freely without ties holding them back. 2.a constant or full-time traveler
Question: I am finally on my own. But I have been homesick. What should a nomad do?!
Answer: Drive
So I drive. And drive. And drive. Did I mention I hate to drive?! As I complain a little more about driving... I watch the guy talking on his phone cut me off in traffic and the woman who would rather look at herself putting on lipstick in the mirrior than watch the road... wonderful. Once I get to my destination (one of the 4 places my broken heart is kept) I am overwhelmed with joy. Elated. Usually I cry. I finally feel at peace.
Quickly these feelings fade. Although I love these people very much... 75% of my heart is missing. So again, I drive...
My heart is broken. I wish I could put it back together. Have all of my family in one place and my heart be whole again. I know this can never happen, but i'll never stop hoping. Because what is a life without hope?!
Pointless
So until that day comes, you will know where i'll be... driving
Thursday, July 15, 2010
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