This summer has been an endless cycle of packing and unpacking. Packing up studio to storage, packing a suitcase to Italy, Spain, packing boxes to move out of the Bronx, packing a duffle bag to Boston, Amherst, Myrtle Beach, Hanover, packing a backpack to Winston-Salem. I’ve managed not to stay anywhere longer than two weeks. Perhaps it’s a sense of freedom derived from a certain feeling of homelessness after moving away from Pelham Parkway, the Bronx, Rhinelander & Fish Ave after 16 years (my entire life in my America). Or maybe just a youthful nomadic yearning?
In any case, the following series of entries (hopefully, there will be more than one) is an attempt to distill, reflect on, express all that travelling in a somewhat cohesive manner.
inmexico 
0 Responses to “homeless or nomadic?”