Why do you hate America?

my friend asks as i plot the next adventure.

I've come to terms with quite a few things in the past months. Living in a big apartment by my lonesome with no tv and no internet forces you to analyze stuff it's usually easy to avoid. And so now it is spring cleaning. Mentally and emotionally I'm back on track. No answers, really, but I remember my purpose. Granted I don't know how important it is or how it came about, but I stopped worrying about that. It feels great. So I'm doomed to be shoved around by the North wind- wandering wandering, but with a purpose.

Aside from my endless desire to flee the country- New Orleans has been wonderful. Mardi gras was spell of unexpected joy, doused with some anger- but it was positive. Good to get it out. mom's ball, drum circles, dancing and parading for 16 hours straight... yes yes. Love this city.

You know what that means? Time to leave and run away to asia!

Whee!!!!!!!!!

much love, much much pure love