April 6, 2010
It's actually strange, considering myself as living in a doorway. If you know me, you'll know that I am literally not a happy camper. Camping, sailing, hiking, running, these things all feel so transitional. Put me in a tent and I always feel as if Iím hanging in limbo. Not at home at all. Waiting to arrive at the final destination, the nest. Sailing gives me the same feeling. I canít wait to reach the harbour. And even then, I still feel uprooted, ill at ease, really yearning for just one thing: to be home. Contentedly at rest.