I am not dead

Pike Place Market, Seattle 

Hello is there anybody out there? Is there anybody reading my blog? From my viewing stats people are still visiting here. 
So here is my come back... the long awaited come back that you should have absolutely no expectations for. 

I always looked at other peoples stories as a guide more than a story...
Many of their stories became my stories through devotion and wisdom.
90 days & counting I have and plan to sleep in a Queen Oak bed in Seattle.
My toothbrush has a special place and half the mirror cabinet has been cleaned out for me.

I find myself in a routine...
That doesn't necessarily  mean I am in a bad state of mind
nor does it make me ecstatic.
My once  nomadic nonsense has been tamed by a human that feels like home.

Through my extended travels I've learnt that home can be anywhere because I make it for myself.
I just so happened to make it beautiful along side a beautiful person that I have fallen in love with.

Home isn't a place it's a feeling.
Home isn't always associated with a home cooked meal, sometimes a catalogue sale frozen pizza is exactly what fulfills the Sunday night tummy rumbles before the Monday morning blues.
Home is where you make the rational decision to purchase underwear OR to do the laundry... where you lie to yourself nightly that the pots and pans need to soak over night.
Nonetheless home is not a place, home is an emotion.
Home isn't where you came from, home is where you are going.

My once nomadic nonsense has indeed been tamed by my greatest love, to me he is the sea and I have fallen in love with his salt on my skin.