I belong nowhere

of this world, at least.  Like C.S. Lewis once said, we're not supposed to anyways.  We're not supposed to feel home and content with wherever we are personally or geographically here on this Earth.  I say that I want to leave this place and go check out another area different from where I live.  The desire to not stay static and grounded is always going to stick with me no matter where I go (except maybe Paris because everyone seems to love Paris but I really have to go there to feel it haha).   I really can't identify myself with any place.  Anywhere I go either amuses me exceedingly that I'll never feel entirely comfortable  or bores me to death it that I don't want to stay.  I'll never have a 'home' kind of feeling on this Earth.  I may say it verbally just to have some kind of expression come out of me, but deep down, I honestly believe Heaven is home - and that's why this wanderlust symptom develops in so many people like me.

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Also, there's this person on flickr whose photostream I admired so I ended up following them on tumblr.  They uploaded a video where they did all these funny movements with their hands and I just commented on it and then later they re-posted the video and apologized about the hand movements.  Sorry? I wasn't trying to offend you if you felt offended?  I mean it's kind of like a girl twirling her hair when she's talking or something. , there's nothing wrong with it... Though I've learned not to take things personally now and to be a bit more expressive, sometimes I still don't like it when I possibly unintentionally offend people (but these have all been the main reasons why I have been a rather silent person - I guess I don't come off as very nice).