I took this picture last week. I feel as if I'm coasting through the days in some one elses life. I haven't driven my own car in so long I don't even recall when the last time I was in it or where I even went. And this car is only one I've had for about a year now. We are traveling so much for Dave's work I never unpack. So I live out of my suitcases and cosmetic bags even when we are home. Home. Is it really here in this second apartment we've rented since moving to Nashville last July? Home is where the heart is right? A major part of my heart is in Michigan where my son is. Another part is in Rochester, Mi where I bought my very own home on my own and raised my boys for ten years. My old trusty Explorer is in Michigan, being driven by someone I do not know now. Another big part of my heart is in Tennessee at the university where my youngest son is. Dave and my mother in law have a home in Florida where I love the ocean. My heart feels at home when I'm standing on the shore with my toes in the waves. My heart is yearning to paint. I have almost everything I need to get started. Except time. Quality time. My heart wants to get going and start pushing my etsy shop further with my bags. Only to have to shut it down and put it on 'vacation mode' until our return from the latest road trip. Without my steady second income any longer we are now on a diet, blessing in disguise I suppose. Dave's job is our bread and and butter. I am very, extremely, grateful for his generosity and support. We support a lot of other people besides ourselves and have become quiet good at juggling. My choice is to travel with my husband as opposed to working at a low paying mediocre job and be left alone for days by myself in a state, town where I know no one. I see him excelling and doing well in his career. Every Saturday he does what he loves and plays drums the entire day and night at a paying gig downtown. My heart is happy for him. My son is doing what he loves and doing it fantastically at university. He will go far. My heart is exceedingly happy for him. My oldest son is doing very well in Michigan at his job and will start college again soon to move further in his education and employment and future. He is engaged to be married to the most awesome, loveable girl ever. My heart is so happy for him, them, they are so awesome and have so much to look forward to. I am a gypsy right now. I want my heart to be happy for me. I want to paint. I want to sew. I want to sell. I want to blog. I want to be successful. I want to provide and take pride once again in the things that I accomplish. It will happen. Send good thoughts and vibes and energy my way. Send money. Send encouragement. Send a comment. Visit my store. Buy a bag. It's my blog, I can say what I want :) I wish you all well. I wish you all success. I wish you all love and courage. This is my journal entry out to the universe.... Into the mystic.