Observational Floater.

As the Eurythmics stated…sweet dreams are made of this…Yes, I’ve traveled the world and the seven seas….However, I don’t want to use you abuse you or get abused. Who am I to disagree…Everybody truly is looking for something.

Wandering all around the beautiful city of Seattle & since being off what I thought my dream job was to be a Fitness Professional on a Luxury Cruise Ship….I’ve been trying to find my place here once again. I left everything open unaware of anything I’d come across or anything that would be blown my way. Turns out I ran into some really spectacular people…as people say its difficult to find genuine friends here in Seattle, though that may be the case for some but not for me. I’ve been granted a great core individuals and groups of people who are enjoyable to be around and to benefit my life…or some that I’m happy to add to their lives.

In addition to all of the positive things I’ve experienced while in my transitional-reflective stage that I am in my life at this moment; I’ve also definitely found myself alone in the city in a sense. I’m floating. Floating in a sense where I’m only a transient in peoples lives here. It’s not necessarily always a negative thing…for me, it’s okay some of the time…but for a longer period it hurts my heart too much. I’ve always enjoyed being a part of a team…or having one really particularly close friend. Most of my friends here have friends of friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, dogs, etc…more power to you. I’m happy for you. So incredibly delighted for you. You will often find me wandering around aimlessly around the city by my lonesome…which leaves me a infinite amount of time to observe my surroundings.

I observe so many people on a daily basis anywhere I am in the world…Seattle, Seattle, Seattle…does it really physically hurt your insides to smile at one another while you pass on the street? Everywhere I have been all around the world when you pass one on the street, dirt road, path…most hold their head up, acknowledge the one passing in some way shape or form…just a thought to ponder how you come off to the person passing.

I’m definitely an outsider. Nomad. Unique. One. Brave. Alone. Free. Special. Strong.

I am a Free-Spirited, floating being.

Where do I belong?

I just don’t know quite yet where I fit in this world.

For now and ever more I will “hold my head up…keep my head up…I’m moving on…”

…next destination: California…here I come.