I think in a past life I was a wanderer.. A nomad or gypsy of some sort... I always have this itch to just get up and go... It's like if I stay to in on place I almost feel trapped... Maybe that is why before I moved here I would get a hotel room for the weekend just to get out and away from "life".. This could also be a reason why I read so much... So at least my mind can wander.. —