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To live the life of a nomad, you know no home. You have no base, and you constantly move around. These days, being a nomad is as it was years ago. Except now we’ve got cars, planes, and trains to help us move around the land in much faster paces. We can haul our things with us, almost effortlessly.
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I, myself, am somewhat of a nomad. Nomads have no permanent home, and generally move around according to the season. Though, thinking back on the time of year I had decided to move up to Canada, I’m not a very wise nomad. It’s no secret that winter is far from being my favorite of the four seasons; despite all my efforts to enjoy what most others do around that time, I just can’t seem to get used to the cold.

It’s been a year since I’ve relocated to the North. Instincts tell me it’s almost time to move on.. My logic tells me that if I keep moving around, I’m going to only make things harder for myself as time continues to roll on. Despite my hatred for the bitterness of the coming season, I just feel as though there isn’t much left that I haven’t done up here. I’ve tried, and tried to make things work. Regardless of all my efforts – I just can’t seem to get to where I’d like to be.

My move here was sporadic, to say the least. Actually, that’s probably the most precise way to describe my moving up to Canada. Spontaneous. Though I attempted to cover my bases before flying – it was all done in a very short time period… The whole process took me roughly 24 hours. From consideration, to actually leaving the States. My bases were “covered” in a time frame of about 10 minutes. Can’t exactly call that responsible.

As I’ve pondered moving back to the South, I’ve compiled list, after list. I’ve written out my goals. I’ve considered the economy. I’ve thought of how I’m going to attain my dreams.. How to become accomplished. I’ve begun to research the universities in Texas once again, to see what options they hold for a gentleman such as myself. I’ve completely changed the method in which I’d normally make a decision. Especially since what next moves I do make, I want to be not only life altering, but ground breaking.

With all things anticipated, good and bad – I’m still in the thinking phase of making my final decision. Yes, I said it. Final decision. Because that’s it. There’s no turning back. There’s no moving anymore. There is nothing left for me to do, but to move forward. To claw, and climb out of the low in which I feel I’m in. I don’t think it’s a bad thing that I feel as though I’m at the lowest point in my life, because now there is nothing else I can do but change my situation for the better.

There are many promises I have made; both to myself and to others, that I do not wish to break. I cannot break. I refuse to break. I wouldn’t even retract them given the opportunity. I don’t think that would be saying much about myself if I did.. And what it would say, probably wouldn’t be too flattering.

Determined to succeed, and turn my life around – I only have myself, and God to count on. I’ve learned the hard way that people tend to disappoint and are usually looking out for their own interests. So focus on myself as hard as I might, pray for guidance and complete my tasks as required – success can’t be that far along.