So the past year I've been off the road through my anchor in the sea so to speak. I feel as if a peace of me is fading and tried to hop out a few times and every attempts have been a bust. My gear stays packed at all times. I've been traveling since I was roughly 16 I'm 33 now. I've thought and done my homework for my next trip that is supposed to start tomorrow from upstate New York to where ever the path leads me. This past year off the road has been me getting a job at a grocery store and comfoming to a industrial sense of a comical social standard with a crust punk twist that I've had since I was a kid. The reputition of everyday living is taking effect on my sense of freedom it drives me insane. Right now I can hear the train passing past this apartment the whistle blowing and the vibrations from the tracks. Knowing that train is going way to gast to catch on the fly and the rainfall from the past week soaked to the soul. I have no idea if this post belongs in this thread but I didn't know anywhere else to speak on this. Plus I really needed to get it off my chest. I'm not ready to kill off Columbus this nomad is going insane. Thanks for listening or whatever.