Some days I just don't seem to fit in anywhere. Some days I am all angles and elbows and finding a space, a comfortable, welcoming space, just isn't possible. I seem to be having a lot of those days lately.
Some days I would just love to slough off my existence, slip away into the proverbial night, itinerant and self-sufficient.
Just my feet, my backpack, netbook, camera, some clothes and a book or two. And the world. The whole, wide, open world. Yes, that sounds good. I think, maybe, then, some day, one day, I may just fit.