Home again. It seems I am always coming home, or simply leaving it. There's no feeling of homecoming this time. It feels like forever ago that I was here but not that long since I left. Strange...I'm a wandering gypsy now, without a place to lay my head that I can call my own. Oregon, Idaho, California, North Dakota...wherever. It should worry me more than this but doesn't. Baghdad made something clear to me this time...it was where I was supposed to be, but I don't think I will ever go back. My travels aren't through yet though. It's not a bad thing, necessarily. I don't feel upset or worry. In fact, I don't feel much of anything about it right now. I'm more rolling than stone I guess. That's fine with me.
I took two steps back while in Oregon this week. THAT I do feel a bit bad about. How can something that feels so good be so damn bad for me? That's the way it goes though, the perfect chemical is still just that...a drug. I don't use drugs though, so maybe I should kick that habit.
-Jim Franks
