Wanderlust

It hits me again...I have no money this time, like I did a few years ago. Still, I'll make it work, and I would like to visit the Northwest again as soon as I have the chance to. The gypsy blood in me is never content staying at one place for too long. In fact, I was reading my journal from a few years ago, when I was 18, and I had written that the thing that I want to avoid in my life the most is "stability". That is not to say that I do not want things that most people want- sure, home, relationships, family etc are great, but I cannot imagine myself bound by a routine for too long. I fall in love with wanderers, because I am one myself. I always dreamed of loving someone who would love to hop along.
The other day, I wondered aloud, "Why did I come here?". "Here" could mean anything- this world, America, California, West Los Angeles, or the falafel joint where I was dining. I came here for a purpose, surely. I feel a disconnect from things sometimes- everything feel fragmented. I don't belong anywhere, as a result of living in so many different places. Conversely, I can call any place home. I have a better understanding of people; I have compassion in my heart and I always do my best to not judge. I know pain and isolation because I have dealt with it and overcome it. I wander and lust for wonderful, beautiful things that make life worth living for.