Last night there was apocalyptic thunder.  It shook the whole house.  The electricity went out twice.  I remember storms like this in Florida, but have never seen (heard) storms like this in Colorado. I was so dizzy and feverish that I just hoped that the storm didn’t take down the house because I would be unable to move to safety.

I got up this morning and finished packing and cleaning.  Then I sat and waited for an hour for Noi.  She took me to the post office to mail a couple boxes and then to the highway to catch a bus.  I’m now homeless.  It should feel like a huge relief, fear, excitement, sadness or something, but it just feels empty.  All my belongings fit into 4 bags or were mailed back to Colorado.  I’m setting off on a travel adventure and I’m not excited about it.  I feel lonely, but not sad lonely, just alone.  And there seems to be no point in anything.  Why travel?  Why go home?  Oh, I have no home to go to, just a storage shed full of stuff and a car I can’t afford.  Should I sell everything I own and wander?  Should I build a new home in Colorado or somewhere else?  Where?  I was restless and uncomfortable when I did have a home and I’m restless and uncomfortable without one.  So, home or no home is not the answer.  I wanted to get lost – I’m lost.  So, I guess I’ll just wander and be lost or empty or full or alone or not and see what I see and see what happens next.

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