A Nomad in the Desert

    I always knew that I would be home where ever I was but I never knew home could feel so desolate.  I love the desert wildlife and the cacti blooming in after a rain.  I love the variety of birds and lizards.  But I never knew you could have a home and still feel homeless.

    Some of this has to do with life events that have caused me to move twice within the past year.  Now I find myself needing to move again.  Not a desperate push out the door but needing to get a place all the same.  I feel like every time I start to get comfortable and think I've finally found home, I have to pick up and go out again. 

    Each time is harder than the last.  East time I lose more of my stuff, more memories and more people I have grown to love.  I feel like I will be a nomad for the rest of my days.  I will never belong or fit in.  It is how it has always been in my heart but now my life reflects that.