Waiting for a Train

Freedoms just another word for nothing left to loose.  I’m sitting here studying my Spanish and listening to Janis Joplin’s Bobby McGee with the rain literally dumps outside.  Damn, that song always gets to my vagabonding gypsy heart.  If I didn’t get anything else from my dad, it was certainly my overwhelming desire to travel and see and do things.  Well, and most likely my taste for beer too.  It’s hard to explain the feeling I sometimes get, it’s so overwhelming, like every particle and cell in my body wants to flee.  To get on a bike, in a car, a van, a bus, plane.  Sometimes when I think of “home”  I think of my van, and get excited about the sink and the stove and the fridge.  other times I think of camping in the forest.  But sometimes when I think of home, I think of my nice soft comfy warm bed, and my kitties and a nice boy lying next to me.  Today I’m tore between all of those desires and feelings.  It might be time to make a spreadsheet.  When all else fails try an excel spreadsheet for a shot of logic.