zagan

This country, America, wallows in the filth of the rich and walks on the downtrodden backs of the poor. They hate me, and I well know this, very few will even look me in the eye, their fear is a tangible thing. I push my beliefs in the face of the public, merely by waking down the street, my differences are well on the outside as they are on the in. What I hope to achieve is an equality among the masses, to make people question themselves and their beliefs and to find them lacking. For nowhere in the world are people as uptight, stressed out and distraught as the American people. They have replaced their happiness with pills and psychiatry in order to get by without the constant thought of suicide.
I question the people wondering how they can be so complacent with their lives when they are found so lacking replacing real thought with the teachings of the church, their society and their government. I have been all around the western world, a traveler and a wonderer a lost soul among the army of the righteous. I love the nomadic lifestyle, for there is no place that I ever have to go back to, no place that I hold in such high regard as to call home. Especially here in the filthy star and stripe stuck land known as America. I miss the free spirit of Europe quite frequently, but I fear it may be some time before I am able to return there. I hope I will feel more at home in Canada than I do here, for I am set to leave in a months time.
Being a Nomad, the first thing one will learn is to have as few possessions as possible that you hold so dear that you must take them with you. I guess you can say I am like your modern day pirate, for I hold fealty to no land, no government, my fealty completely lies within myself and the never ending road and seas that I find myself traveling upon. My ship is whatever mode of transportation I choose and my treasure, the memories and people I meet in the new places I find myself. Like a pirate, I wear the scars of my downfalls on my skin as well as in my mind. My badges of honor are my piercings, they remind me of the trials I have over come.
So here I am, ready to navigate once more, through the states into the provinces, my blood heated with excitement of the adventure to come. How long I will remain in one place this time is yet to be seen, but long enough to settle my mother into her home, and to make a few friends. I do not doubt the time will come for me to whisk myself away again, Europe still is a very strong destination in my mind. How I will eventually get there, and what I will do when I arrive I still do not know, the only thing I do know is that I will follow the stars, and end up where I feel. I am the captain of my crew of one, myself, so I completely control the rise and fall of the tide and the wind that blows me to far off lands.
I have always known I would be a Nomad, and I have read my Astral chart, and it too agrees with me. I am destined to forever travel the world looking for a place good enough to call home. However, I dont care where I settle down, for home is where my books are, and my books, the only Item I hold dear enough to bring along for the ride, will always be with me. Perhaps In Canada I will settle down long enough to learn a trade in order to make money while on my endless travels however I know not what will hold my interest long enough for me to settle down and learn it. I am always at the whims of my own motivation and contentment.
I do however know one thing for sure, once I make my great escape out of America, it is quite unlikely I will ever be persuaded to return often. My father, will still live here, but I do not hold him in high enough esteem to visit him, nor the scorching and burned out state called California. For the only place I have ever found myself welcomed here, was in San Francisco, I do think my heart will always be in San Francisco, although I do not think I will go back there often.
Sadly, there is nothing to tie me back to the states, no reason to want to return at all, for although so many people here are awesome, and enlightening, so many more are dense and ignorant. I do not wish to live, surrounded by fools. I am too different from the popular beliefs of this country, and probably pretty different from the majority of places out there on this tiny planet. So thus, I will probably never consider my home to be any likely place, but merely where the tide takes me. It pleases me that once again I will set sail to someplace completely different from the cowardly Christian nation know as America, full of fools and Idiots and conformed sheep.
Although the Nomadic lifestyle does wear on one sometimes, it is filled with exotic things and memories from all around. I had set my heart on this kind of lifestyle from when I went to Europe at the age of 16, traveling throughout the continent and seeing a slice of a different world. I longed to travel ever since then and have spent a good deal of my adult life on the road, or in between destinations. I have been all over the southern United states, I drove, 3,500 miles from New Orleans and Back about three times. Like a gypsy I lived in my car throughout the Journey, seeing the land that I hold no pity for. California, Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, Louisiana, I have seen them all, along with Utah, Nevada, Montana, Wyoming, Washington, and Oregon when I was younger. I have seen Michigan, New York, and Toronto, British Colombia, and Alberta. I have been to England, Amsterdam, Poland, Chez Republic, Spain, France, and Italy, how I love to go to exotic places. Traveling is my passion, I am a pirate of the sky, and the Road, seeking out new destinations and exploring different lands. Although difficult this lifestyle may be, I have little money and even fewer friends and loyalties, yet I have my stamina and my curiosity, and the will to see. I have had many hardships through out the Adventures of my travels, but I have survived them and have become stronger because of them.
So I sit here and await to take to the road again, wondering what I will encounter this time.