There is something about traveling, being ‘on the move’, that makes me feel intensely happy, worry-free and it feels so natural that I believe my semi-recent predecessors must have been Nomadic people.
She, I call her The Wanderer, must be fed from time to time or she withers and dies and her screams for help take over all other parts of me.
Yes, she is also the dramatic side of me.
So here I am, at the start of a new adventure. You can all guess where I am from the next few updates. I just arrived in the third Capital City since leaving from my home town (not a Capital City) this morning.
The Wanderer is starting to feel better already.
