Nomad

As I continue to be in my contemplative state, I look around and wonder "where is it that I belong?" I think of the overly romantic couples of which I don't belong and how often you'll hear the significant other say "you belong with me." This happens in movies and real life, but hasn't happened to me.

I think about my place in this life. How life constantly changes but for me it has seemed to be the same. I long to travel, I long for change, besides some minor opportunities that I am in no way complaining about and am SO thankful for, I am getting none of what I desire.

I think of my fathers favorite song "Wandering Star" And I know I can relate. I want to wander, I want to travel.

I looked up the word nomad for this blog post:

1. A member of a group of people who have no fixed home and move according to the seasons from place to place in search of food, water, and grazing land.

2. A person with no fixed residence who roams about; a wanderer.

I'm not by literal definition a nomad. However I feel like a nomad in this life. no place that I belong I just roam about and wander. 

I do have a friend or two that I feel like I belong in this life with... 

My dad did a cover/mashup of the songs Wandering Star and Desperado and I'd say that accurately describes me right now.