For most of my life I have been a wanderer and a dreamer.

Two and a half years ago I thought the time would soon come when I should want to stop wandering and stop dreaming, and I made plans, against my own nature, to be ready for that time when it came.

My plans now are all but through, and still I'm not sure. I find that I am waiting, and waiting....... for something. What, I don't know. Maybe it's all self-delusion, maybe it's all in my head. But I don't think my heart would lie to me so cruelly.