I don't want a house here, though. I like Pennsylvania a LOT, but I don't think this is where I'm meant to stay. I think that we'll stay here for another year and then hit the long dusty highway. Where? I don't know. I'm done making plans, they never work out.
Any way the wind blows, doesn't really matter... so long as there is a house to go to.
Sometimes I wonder what I'm looking for. I just have to keep moving, I don't know why. Someday, I hope I find a place that I'm happy to stay in and have a litte garden and my doggie. Someday I'll even get to buy real furniture and lawn equipment! I'd like to have real furniture now, but there's really no point. Apartments aren't permanent enough... who knows what the next will look like.