Arrival, Departure. Departure, Arrival

I just realized this morning that for the past ten months I have the view of the port from my window. Constantly reminding me that one must always be in a state of arrival and departure.

Coincidentally, for the umpth time in the past five years, I am moving again. I have all my bags packed, well almost. I just have to buy the plane ticket and pack my computer and I'm off to a new space.

It's the classic story of boy meets girl, girl meets boy. Let's move in together and live happily ever after, only it did not end up exactly like in the fairy tale. Maybe it's not so classic, after all.

They love each other. No doubt about that. They just reached a fork in the road and both know they must separate paths this time. The prince must attend to his kingdom and the princess is heeding the call of the spirits. Maybe, in time there path will cross again.

It's a breather to be able to let go like this. It has not been always this easy and subdued. Drama queen that I am, I have the tendency to magnify ever 'drama' that life throws at me in cinematic proportions. It must be all those brain sync, maybe it's the vegan diet. But, wow, I really am amazed with myself with how well I am handling the situation

Not only that, I have decided that from now on I'm gonna be a modern day gyspsy. I will be traveling the world and treat all space that I occupy as my home and everything and everyone on it my family.

It should work - my work is online, I'm a writer, I love traveling, I'm young and have a good heart, I love meeting new people and experience. It couldn't be more perfect!