It has become increasingly important to me that my life has meaning. A byproduct of getting older? A byproduct of this past year? I don’t know. I don’t suppose it matters much. But I want the things that I do to have meaning. And I’d like to share that sense of meaning with other people. Friends, family, a man, a community, something. I don’t regret one single bit the lifestyle I’ve been living, but it’s not strictly what I want anymore. That is a very strange feeling.
I’d like to belong somewhere. I’d like to not only belong there all the time, but year-round. I will always belong at NC, but I need something more stable in my life now that I didn’t need before. I still want to travel, but I’d like a base of operations. I want a community that is always in one place. A place to call Home.
Oh, shit, we’re getting sentimental in our old age.