When I started thinking about all the places I’ve lived I was surprised to count more than 25 homes on three continents in my 55 years. Is it any wonder that I feel like a rolling stone and am unable to settle anywhere? Certainly, I know there is little point in trying to get comfortable. Making myself known to the local community seems pointless.
Listening to Bob, I find myself identifying with the subject of the song…to be without a home…with no direction…a complete unknown…a rolling stone.
Where will my next home be?
Of all the places you lived, which one was your favorite?