I'm a wanderin' wanderin' wanderin'...

So here I am, once again adrift on the tumultuous seas of chance. Guided by lady luck and occasionally kicked in the goolies by random happenstance. Hunkering down at the abode of none other than the irrepressible Papa Bear I find myself looking back and wondering how I got here. Bored, I then look at a tree outside for fifteen minutes before walking over to the fridge, opening it, and staring blankly at the inside for another ten minutes. Thinker I may be, industrious thinker perhaps not.

Today has been a day of settling. Settling in the manner, of course, of someone who does not intend on settling for long. I look forward to finally having a little place of my own. A place where I can leave Mr Guilt grumbling outside the door and get to making a habitation mine and mine alone. I had this discussion with Miss ZB the other day about not really "decorating" (for lack of a better word) our own abodes. In the past, I unthinkingly advised ZB, I had relented to former girlfriend's tastes. Let their style be a substitute of my own. I did not think about it at the time. It was just a way of keeping the peace. How the place looked didn't rank very high with me (I didn't think) at the time. To ZB this sounded like I was having a go at women, as though I was brow beaten into submission. But this was not the case. I was just doing what I thought was the path of least resistance. I see now that this a bit of a plaster cast of what I have done a lot in my life. Something I'm trying to change.

"Insert witty yet slightly maudlin life changing quote here"