I’m a modern-day nomad .. no place to really call home. I’ve lived in many countries, known lots of people but lost sight of every one of them. Forever a stranger, always an outsider. I’ve got lots of photographs to remember moments and faces, but I don’t remember half the names of those people.
I used to lament my fate … after all it wasn’t a life of my choosing when I was growing up. My father was a soldier and we followed wherever he was sent. Back and forth across the Nation then from Alaska to Florida … across the wide Pacific. But when I grew up and I just didn’t stop travelling, it must have become a habit, I crossed more oceans and seas into Europe and Africa. I couldn’t really say then, that I hadn’t chosen to wander.
Lots of people envy me. I’ve seen so many things, it’s true. I’ve lived a full life. Too bad my life is just full memories from photographs and old letters but I’ve no one with whom to share them.
endless winding road
never stopping to stay long
(c) G.s.k. ’14
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