Wanderer

I started school in January.  Yet another attempt at accomplishment of some kind.  I have spent too much time a gypsy soul, wanderer.  Of course there is always excitement and intrigue awaiting the ramblers of this world...and it seems plenty of heartaches as well.  A wanderer is never satisfied sitting still.  But I must question, what causes bring one to become such a person?  What conflicts arise in one who longs for stability but finds that its not in her nature (nor Providence's plans apparantely) to keep such a thing.  There is comfort in stability.  In love, work, life!  Yes, I have spent too much time a wanderer...well says who?  Says the world.  I should already be there by now.  I should not find myself at a beginning!  Yet I still press and push my way, I still look for that perfect niche.  Maybe that is the reason for my wandering.  Maybe most just settle for a place that's comfortable, while I search for a place that is true to my soul.  But these are just ramblings, right?  Or do you find a piece of truth amongst the rubbish?
    I've wondered why my life isn't more stable, like my only sister's life, which seems steady, sure and predictable.  Whenever things are going well I find that I embrace my "gypsy" ways.  Whenever the rain comes and the sun is like a distant memory, I long for the steadiness I see in her life.  I guess I am like a river flowing...unpredictable yet even the river has a certain path that is carved out of the earth that it follows.  She, like a sirene pool in unmoving waters.  Sounds boring to me, but in reality, its easier to see who you are in still waters.  Hmm.