Nomadic Urges

I like this. Felt this way on more than a few occasions. "make a new me park", good phrase. raskin

((((((Moonman)))))) I've done that so many times I have skid marks on my back ;-) And where did it ever get me? Here. There's no place but here. Reminds me of an old poem. But then again, what doesn't anymore? It's all poetry. Some of it pretty good, some missed me by a mile. Wink. Love, Anna "What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal." Albert Pine

Must be something in the air, brilliant write about something most people consider even dreamily in their lives ... love and hugs Jayne x x

Hi Richard, Geez, I think I feel like this more days than not. "anywhere… just anywhere, as long as you can skip today." Yah, felt that way many, many times. Thanks for putting it to paper. Sue

Glue my eye to the middle line, go as far as I can go… Ahh, that sounds like a dream come true at times. I think we all get to this place now and then. Just chuck in all and start fresh. Sometimes we can, and other times, well, we just have to face what we have and make the best of it. Well done - you present a topic that most will relate to, can find and easy peace in, and one that is visually effective. I was there - soaring with the T-Tops down - wind in my hair - eye glued to the the middle lane ... I enjoyed this very much. Thank you. ~Pamela

I can relate to the sentiment in this one, especially the following lines: Glue my eye to the middle line, go as far as I can go… An excellent write! Yours, Daniel

I met someone that does this recently, she's a very inspiring person and has lived everywhere in the u.s. even sometimes with strangers.

Show me someone who hasn't felt this way, and I'll show you someone who's reached Nirvana, or someone who needs serious professional help. Heehee. Awesome write man, Respectfully Jim "Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race

However, perhaps not right here. A well versed escape plot. In ink, Dabbler

Ann of Norway I too have done this and the euphoria of freedom was intoxicating and overwhelming; not arrived at by any previous designed intention, in fact I thought at first it was a dastardly things to do, one I would NEVER have even contemplated, but when I did, the cape of extreme loneliness fell away and I became for the first time essentially me. Nobody to dictate or tell me what to do, cow towing to teachers and parents and all who take authority's role, it wasn't long before I KNEW where I should go; France was a possibility as was Italy, but then my heart lead me home to Norway, just Norway, nobody, everybody, nature and snow; and here I have been ever since. My family were very spontaneous and would go on sudden trips, we are always ready to take off, travel see new and exciting places, explore, discover, learn to understand other places and peoples, that's why we are human, perhaps. Good poem again Richard. Love Ann. I liked this verse:- "I wanna toss it like a salad, cowboy that leap of faith, chase down the illusive rainbow, speed past the flowers wasted." Yes that's me. I'll come too, except I won't.