I am nomadic.
I have an over-developed sense of being trapped, and if in one place for too long (like right now, it's driving me crazy) I start to feel trapped, stuck, stagnant, as if the world is happening out there on the road and I'm standing still, doing nothing, being nothing, experiencing nothing, seeing nothing. The idea that I'll wake up tomorrow and be 60 and this is all I would have experienced in my life horrifies me.
I have been around, through temporary accommodations and rentals, university dorms, homeless shelters, projects, couch surfing, travelling - but my pathological inability to hold a job ultimately lands me back in the clutches of my relatives. I can't support myself because I can't hold down a job. Sooner or later I just can't stand it anymore, or they can't stand me, and it all folds up and without income, I have no choice but to go back to my relatives. Every time, this foils my attempts at sustainable independent living.
Right now though I'm working on that again - I feel most comfortable on the road itself, and thus, I'm working on a way to live there. As usual, I'm held back by money. ![Sad :(](./images/smilies/icon_sad.gif)
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Alexithymia - 147 points.
Low-Verbal.