Weirdness

I've moved. The home and neighborhood are lovely but of course it'll take a while for me to feel settled. Actually, I won't ever feel that way; I know in my heart that this is a pit stop and I'll be on the road again. I just don't know exactly when and where. I talked w/my roommate about it today over a late lunch, the fate of itinerant artists. Maybe I still haven't accepted that fate. I like to think I am just moving around a lot b/c I am really picky but once I've found the right place, I'll know where home is.