"My heart's in the Highlands gentle and fair/ Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air/ Bluebelles blazing, where the Aberdeen waters flow/ Well, my heart's in the Highland, I'm gonna go there when I feel good enough to go. ...Woke up this morning and I looked at the same old page/ Same ol' rat race/ Life in the same ol' cage....Well my heart's in the Highlands wherever I roam/ That's where I'll be when I get called home/ The wind, it whispers to the buckeyed trees in rhyme/ Well, my heart's in the Highlands/ I can only get there one step at a time…."My heart's in the Highlands gentle and fair/ Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air/ Bluebelles blazing, where the Aberdeen waters flow/ Well, my heart's in the Highland, I'm gonna go there when I feel good enough to go. ...Woke up this morning and I looked at the same old page/ Same ol' rat race/ Life in the same ol' cage....Well my heart's in the Highlands wherever I roam/ That's where I'll be when I get called home/ The wind, it whispers to the buckeyed trees in rhyme/ Well, my heart's in the Highlands/ I can only get there one step at a time." - Bob Dylan
I sit in the terminal I emerged from four days ago expectant and hopeful. Now, though, I sit with a heavy heart.
But, I have that old wanderlust again. No where is home to me because I feel like I could live anywhere. Other people long for what I have: the job, the car, the house and stability. But for me, that's the last thing I ever wanted.
Movement is the impetus for all things good for me. Movement propels me forward in spirit, makes me happy, stirs my mind and creative juices. There's so much out there. Maybe I was nomadic in a past life. Navigating my way around the country many times, I have been fortunate and blessed by so many gracious people. I've done it cheaper than most, with luck and a gleam in my eye for whatever is around the next corner.
It could be this desert sprawled before me at the foothills of the San Bernardino mountains. It could be the Pacific Ocean. It could be the deciduous forests that surround my home, lush and green.
All I know is, staying still will be the death of me. And the last place I want to be is Cleveland, Ohio. I will get out. Where I'll land, I don't know. But I will get out.
