I'm a 30 something old gay man who's quit his job, left his friends and earthly possessions in search of myself and love. I'm travelling for six months to six continents in search of myself. This is my story.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
I know I have been slack. It has been a month. So much has happened. I have not found love but found myself. I feel alive. Instead of writing about life, I have been living it. That’s what I have learned in Italy. My Italian sucks, but I have gained some passion and have met some amazing people along the way. I’ve have time to think...to ponder..to eat....to drink...to laugh and to stop and see wonderful things. La Dolce Vita. I’m in a space that I can write again. But then again, is anyone reading this?