HOME JEROME
So I'm sitting in London Heathrow airport, waiting for my next flight which will take me HOME and I can't help but think back to the last 7 months, and even further year, of my travels. It seems a little surreal to be returning. What started as a mission to loose my mind and find myself became a sort of pilgrimage for me within which questions were answered and new questions were formed.  I can honestly say this was one experience I will never forget. And I am more myself than ever. And I am ready to start the next step with my one hand clasped around some money in my pocket and the other holding time – a feat I have never been able to accomplish simultaneously until now.Â
 It's time to make. And it's time to change. Here's to the next risky steps to which only the universe knows the foot-holes.
 I will leave you with a poem/track I wrote a while ago but sums up my trip and my reason for having a blog. If ever you needed some push to go in search of happiness or whatever, this could be it. WALK.
 THE SOUL OF THE LAND WEARS THE SOLES OF MY SHOES UNTIL I’M WALKING SOUL TO SOIL, BAREFOOT. LIKE A FOOTLOOSE SOLDIER UPON BATTLE FIELDS WON AND LOST, I’M FIGHTING FOR FREEDOM, AND MY LAST BREATHE IT MAY cost.
SO YOU CAN BURY ME ABOVE SKELETONS OF THE PAST TO BE LOVED. AND WALK ON ME, A PATH I’LL BE, TO RETURN WITH A LEAF LIKE A DOVE – DON’T FALL TO YOUR KNEES WHEN PUSH COMES TO SHOVE.
FROM A SHADOW ON THE WATER I’M HIGH ABOVE THE SANDS, SEEING ANCIENT SPACES, WITH LOOSE LACES, NOW IN FOREIGN HANDS. AS THE SUN RISES ON ONE CHEEK AND SETS ON THE NEXT; THE ROAD IS LONG BUT YET TO begin, MY FRIEND.
BURY ME BETWEEN DUG UP GRAVES OF OLD DAYS TO BE SEEN, BY PASSERS BY, AS THAT GUY, WHO STOOD FOR SOMETHING HE BELIEVED – WHO DIED FOR A LIFE HE WOULDN’T LIVE TO SEE.
MET A MAN ON THE STREET NOT SO LONG AGO; HE TURNED OUT TO BE BOTH MY FRIEND AND MY FOE. LOOKED INTO HIS EYES, SURPRISED TO FIND; STARING BACK AT ME WEREN’T HIS EYES – BUT MINE.
FOREVER CHANGING DIRECTION ON FEET LIKE THE WIND, I PASS A HOUSE LEFT IN RUINS BEFORE BUILDING EVEN BEGINS. AND I MAY TRIP AND I MAY FALL BUT I’LL GET UP AND CARRY ON. MY SOLID SOUL OF SOIL UNDER THE GROUND TURNS TO STONE.
AND BURY ME BELOW THE GOOD SEEDS OF THE FUTURE TO SOW BETTER YIELDS OF GREENER FIELDS AND WATCH AS THE GRASS BENEATH YOUR FEET STARTS TO GROW – NOW I TAUGHT YOU TO WALK; THAT IS ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW.