Post # 338: En Route... Final Destination?

Sunday morning I'm headed to Chicago.

I'll be there for a week and a day.

I'm not excited as I was yesterday because I know that I'm not going home. I know that I'm going to visit the city I was born and raised and that's a good thing. I know that I probably need to unwind and de-stress. I also know that there are family and friends that I'll see that'll probably satisfy the urge to have more than a few friendly faces, spaces and places that'll put me more at ease than I am here...

But Chicago is not my home.

Never has been.

I still know that there are a few places and circles where I won't be welcome and that comes with the territory, but that ain't it either.

The reason I'm not excited any more is because I realized that I don't have a home and I'll probably never have one.

I think it has something to do with me moving around a lot as a kid. I joined the military and moved around some more. When I got out, I kept on jumping around and still am right now. So here I sit prospecting on where I lay my head next, using my Chi-Town visit as a springboard feeling kind of guilty that I endeared myself to a few kind and wonderful folks here in Texas...

It ain't their fault.

I'll go to the Chi, take a bunch of pictures, record a few verses, drum up some new business, see some sites and sit with old friends and make a determination on where to next. Wish me luck and use a prayer bead on me, someone had the mitigated gall to sell me plane tickets and allowed me to have a rental car. They don't know how dangerous that really is with me at the helm.

So... Be well, play nice and thanks for stopping by my spot on the internet, I've enjoyed the company. Hopefully I'll get the opportunity and the urge to want to continue to do my thing. Until then, I'll hit the pause button and try to recharge my batteries.

And gain a little hope.

And inspiration.