Home..

Sometimes, in my nomadic state of life as of current, I feel like I don't have any place to call home. I use to like the idea of being a drifter. Just me and my love moving through the world, without a care in the world, landing where ever we felt we should rest our heads for the night. This isn't taking a jab at my boyfriend (my love), but I don't have that romantic sense of life as a nomad. I drift from his place to my friends place. I just feel like a drifter. No where and no body to call home. But, I remain hopeful. Hopefully soon in my future this will change. Come July I will have a more definite answer. I am currently deciding between two cities. One to live with my rockstar and his bandmates, becoming and full time groupie and fashionista supreme, OR moving alone. Moving alone with my dog in a beautiful 1 bedroom apartment and taking on school and fashion among various things. For the longest of time, I thought I would only be content with the decision of moving away as long as I was following my rockstar. Now, I think I would be happy with either decision. Both have challenges of their own, and different demons that would need to be faced, but in both outcomes, I would have a home. Home. Because sometimes, home should be more than just a place you rest your head at night.

~ Kat ZappE