So for the past four years or so, I've been a dirty homeless traveler kid, and now I am attempting to live inside of a house/pay rent/pay taxes. This transition is a difficult one for me and I am often toying with the idea of hitting the road again. Although I love the folk I live with, the idea of living inside, at all, is a little troubling during this time, due to the revolutionary times, and I'm sure many other reasons.
To me, being homeless/living outside was freedom, I felt as though is some way I had moved myself outside of the system and was working only within my own limitations. Now that I live inside, even though I live in the coolest house in LaCrosse, I feel unaccomplished, hypocritical, hindered, bound, and the "itch" to travel. I remember, many times while "on the road" thinking 'how could anyone whose ever tramped go back to a box?' And now here I am attempting a life I've never really made sense for myself of.
I've chosen to do this because I felt as though, if I were to ever settle, I would need to be able to sit/ground myself...
One day(soon) I will answer to the call of the road once again. But for now I will enjoy my time here with my family at the Coop house.
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