Nomad Chronicles, The Seventh Tale: Despair During The Journey

 I can't answer that, I'm not sure that I'm capable of doing so anymore. It's a "new place" but the story remains the same. There's some wear and tear on my car, I have to fix it soon, I meet new hosts who are genuinely nice people, work starts in a few days, I get the wifi working with my laptop. Rinse and repeat.

 I'm meditating now on a somewhat regular basis, but I feel like I've lost my sense of adventure. While getting my haircut, I noticed fans of local sports teams have hung up their signs in the local barbershop, it's a nice enough touch.

 I've made more friends online than I have in my travels, but they come and go as many people do. I see deer alongside the road alot more now, perhaps it's a sign of something, perhaps it's just nature doing it's thing. Either way, I'm driving more cautiously than I previously did.

 I feel like in my travels I'd lost whatever purpose I had in traveling across this country. While it is true that renting Air BnB's is cheaper than renting a room in South Florida, I feel like there should have been more of a purpose. Maybe I was supposed to learn something and I missed it, maybe there was some kind of experience which I can draw on later? I'm not sure.

 I didn't belong in South Florida, although it was my home, it wasn't home. While I'm in all of these new places, I'm a stranger here. I suppose that's better than not belonging.

 I approached my new Air BnB with a fresh new crack across the lower part of my windshield, roughly eight inches long. I was thoroughly frustrated, but there was nothing I could have done to avoid it. The area around Fayetteville was hilly, often slowing my car greatly before reaching the top only to ride the breaks on my way down. The neighborhood was a good one, the houses all being upper middle-class, I was surprised by the low price of the Air BnB. The room was a spacious one this time, with a massive bed and a desk where I could work, and of course the wifi was solid. It was everything I could've asked for in an Air BnB.

 We were just outside of the city proper where all of the stores are, no noise in the area where I'd be staying, but plenty to do on a place called Dixon Street and trails in the back of the house where I could walk. It's the perfect opportunity to get back into shape, as I'd promised myself I would so long ago.

 

 The dream to go overseas and teach is still alive and well, the plan now is to visit my uncle and my cousin for the holidays in Texas. They're around the Dallas area, but I'd recently met someone in Houston who seems like they might be pretty cool. I may hang out with them too. I would like to go closer to the Mexico boarder after December because Juarez was nice enough. On the first of Spring the plan is to go to South Dakota, settle there for a year or two while working a second job, save up, and then fly out to wherever the wind may take me.