I've been dreaming of a small house in the city...

I've got a lot of thoughts in recent days.
Thoughts about contentment, faith, life, love, service, friendship... Thoughts that cannot be followed through to some great logical conclusion. Thoughts that seem to hang in the air around me and so many of those I interact with.
I've recently been described as inconsistently consistent... and I can't help but embrace it as the truth of my life these days. I love the people that are in my life- once a friend, a friend for life. But I'm up, down, over, under and through. Never in the same place two weeks in a row... my apartment is home... but only on the days that I am there which recently seem so few and far between.
This is a place for thoughts. A place that comes with me on all my journeys, a place I hope to find some consistency.
My thoughts edited only by my own inhibitions and ignorance. We'll see in the weeks to come what to make of it all. Until then, I say, Goodnight my dear Harold. Its time for bed.