Where is Home

Over the next couple of weeks, I have a lot to write about. I just took an amazing 5 week trip around SE Asia and spent time traveling with a couple of good friends at different parts of my trip. But I will regail you with stories from those adventures in the coming weeks. 

Today, I had a long chat with my favorite digital nomad, Desiree Kane, and she share a an article she wrote about life as a digital nomad. Her worlds cut right to the bone of some of what I have been feeling lately. WayfaringTechNomad

My response to her article is listed below.

Thank you for sharing this with me and everyone else who lives this life and knows these emotions. I left the USA in 2009 with no real plan of becoming a nomad. It just sort of happened piece by piece and momemt by moment. Home started to become as mythical as Nirvana and Utopia or Zeus and Thor. I still have friends in a place that I often refer to as home, but having spent exactly 9 months there since 2009, I am not sure what that means anymore. Home. I don't love my friends any less and I couldn't possibly miss them any more, but the road is my drug of choice and I am an addict. 

I don't mean to make a life of travel sound morbid and depressing, although there are some days when I just need a hug from an old friend. What I mean to say is that once you start learning to exist anywhere, you exist everywhere. My mind is my personal cloud storage and every expat bar, mom and pop Vietnamese noodle shop, Thai moo ping street food vendor, turbo prop plane ride from Chiang Mai to Luang Prabang are my analog interfaces to my digital nomadic life. 

Happy is how other people see me and often how I feel. But when I am not happy, I am lonely and lost. Waiting for that next inspiration to send me spiraling towards some unknown destination and adventure. I don't know if I will ever know a HOME again, but it's nice to know that I am not really alone.

Marcus L. Williams

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I am starting a new tour guide service for SE Asia. Primarily it will be Laos, Cambodia, and Thailand.

Spirit Journey

Wet Winter Wednesday

Antifreeze in my veins-

bones bend

under pressure of winter winds

and driving rains-

my skin, cracked like desert plains-

melody within keeps me sane-

without hate or disdain-

smile and skip

like childhood games.

Sweet Melody

Her eyes were fixated on the skies 

just above the eastern horizion

and my hands were focused on her legs

just beyond her thighs and

she sung a sweet melody

that made me want to cry but

her soul was so pure

my eyes remained dry

I couldn't look away

no matter how I tried

i lived a life and a half

every time she sighed

once she turned away from me

and something in me died

but I gathered myself like a man

and took it all in stride

contented by the fact that

her smile had never lied

my sweet melody

Everything is poison

Everything is poison

the foods we eat

the bed we sleep

the dusty wind

my cracking skin

the diet coke

life's dying hope

everything is poison

a life of sin

Phnom Penh

this cigarette

all my regrets

what we remember

what we forget

everything is poison

aspartame

the holy name

waging war

being poor

everything is poison

exhaust fumes

pending doom

metorites

diet sprite

high fructose

we eat the most

everything is poison

a homeless face

no saving grace

the corporate ladder

nothing matters

everything is poison

and yet

i will not quit

breathing in

making spit

pumping blood

made of mud

cause everything is poison

but life is the cure

And So the Sun

The sun sets in the west

some distant place

also my - home

vast flyovers

winding hills

snow filled balleys

wind swept plains

the stagnant decay of 

simple living

we grow fat from

the filler in KFC

and Mickey D's

consume factory made food

with delight

our waists grow

matching the distant

horizon

where the sun sets

in the West.

I long to head west

beyond the setting sun

if I am lucky

and fast

Arrival will be as the sun

rises in the East

shining on fileds of soy and rice

watching the glisten of

early morning fishing lines

catching sunrays

wrangling in food

made in nature

true delight

the enduring cycle of 

simple living

test and tuned by

time and tradition

Yes, the sun sets in the west

but rises in the east

finding a beginning in the end

reborn in the 

crimson glow of 

A new day

bittersweet rebirth

perched atop a spinning world

with two distant lands 

that both feel

like home

Why, How, When

I used to ask WHY
until I learned the excitement of asking HOW
But HOW has been replaced with WHEN
And it turns out that the answer is usually NOW - do something, Spirit Journey

What's Up Girl

What’s up girl

What’s up girl
What’s up Boo
I know you wanna smile
cause I’m looking to you

I like those eyes

Hey there baby
Hey there girl
Why don’t take my hand
let’s go around the world

We can leave right now

Paris, Rome,
Atlanta, Spain
Me and you together
doing our thang

One of these guys is doing his own thing,

One of these guys is not the same

What’s up girl
I said, What’s up Boo
I know you wanna smile
cause I’m talking to you

We gonna make this special, girl

I ain’t no player
Not running game
What’s up girl
I’m trying to know your name.

Take my hand

What’s up girl
What’s up Boo
I know you wanna smile
cause I’m walking with you

Don't be a Cynic

Smile when you want to cry

Cry when you laugh so hard that

Your coffee escapes your nose

Laugh when every instinct in you makes you

Want to choke someone

Try when you want to quit

Give when it is there for the taking

Love like you have never had a broken heart

Love like you have had a broken heart

Never offer advice when it wasn't asked for

Don't treat your opinion like a personal bible

Dance

Treat your friends like family

Treat your family like they were

Your choice and 

Not the choice of your parents

Look in the mirror once a wweek and say

"Damn, you're sexy!"

Forget the meaning of the word Envy

Believe when all faith is lost

But always go when it is time to leave