a breath of real freedom...

my life has been anything but a bed of roses... from 1977 to 1999,i sometimes was miserable in many ways... i was dangerously suicidal,and then in 1989,to 1999,i was "on the road"... people have their opinions why i was "on the road",and i am just fine with that... i learned a great deal about myself while i was "on the road",in ways that no one would understand at all... traveling from coast to coast was necessary,for my mental health,and i have to admit that it was exciting to wake up most mornings not knowing where i would be when the sun sets... i really did notice that homeless people who stayed in only one place were not motivated to do anything,and i just could not stand that,so i traveled everywhere... seeing parts of the country that some people simply forget in their rush to get somewhere made my days very unique and memorable... many times,i started to go somewhere that i thought would be nice,and then i would end up 1,000 miles from where i wanted to be... what a real thrill!!! two examples of that:i basically walked just over 100 miles,in Colorado,and Nebraska(both states),in August/September 1998,and i stopped in Gothenburg,Nebraska for a couple hours,and i was simply fascinated by the town square,and in June of that year,i stopped in Mountain Home,Idaho overnight,and then walked out of the town that Sunday,and had that same feeling of simple fascination... you will never understand what i am describing:a breath of real freedom...