Here I go again

I sometimes think I'm a writer.  I know I can write for academics- I can churn and BS my way through a 15 page paper like no other- and then I remember that I'm not writing an academic paper.  This is supposed to be fun writing, something that I'm proud of and wouldn't care if other people saw.
I started blogging back in my early 20s, when many of my friends started to become scattered around the South (and the US).  It was a way for me to keep up with them and for them to keep up with me.  I was traveling a lot, playing too much ultimate, and living life.  Then after college happened, and life started to take on a monotony that I didn't think others would find that interesting, so I started blogging less and less, until eventually I would go months or a year between postings.  I would find some inspiration when exciting things happend-like moving to Wyoming- and then I'd think "I'm writing about the same things" or "I don't think people are really that interested."  So I'd stop again, and now it's been nearly a year and a half since my last blogging session.  Then the other day I realized something.
I want to write.  I don't necessarily care if others find me interesting.  I think my life and my stories are interesting.  I want to have an outlet for my adventures and ideas, musings, and random thoughts.  So here I go again.

The other day, after posting to facebook that I was in Tampa, a very good friend of mine commented "Do you ever stay in one part of the country[?]"  My answer was simple.  Never.  I don't like to stay in one place too terribly long, whether it be traveling for fun, for ultimate, to visit friends, or because life dictates that I pack up all my worldly belongings and start over again somewhere else.  The world is too big and there are too many things to see to stay in one place too long.  The last place I lived for more than two years was Atlanta, and I left there in the summer of 2010.  Since then:
Laramie (Address 1): August 2010- mid-January 2011
DC: mid-January 2011- end of April 2011
back to Atlanta (but different address than before): May 2011- mid-August 2011
Laramie (Address 1): mid-August 2011- early-January 2012
Laramie (Address 2): January 2012-July 2012
Laramie (Address 3): August 2012- mid-December 2012
Dyersburg, TN: mid-December 2012- mid-July 2013
San Marcos, TX: mid-July 2013-May 2014

Now I'm preparing to sign a 15 month lease to head back to DC as part of my PhD program, and I am so excited.  I get to live in DC, actually live there, for an entire year, making enough money to live on (poorly, but live on), for everything it has to offer all year long.  There experiences and opportunities I'll get are beyond thinking about.  And with that comes more traveling- outside of my normal random things.  I've lived there before, working at the same place, but this time is different.  So here I go again.

On a parting note, I told my friend Annie that she didn't have to envite me to Atlanta events anymore, since it had been so long since I lived there.  Her response was "I never know when you're going to pop up".  Good.  Let's keep it that way- always guessing where I'm going to be next.

Happy vagabond-ing :)