Roots.
Roots, in terms of human origins, are strange things. Unlike various relatives of mine, you can't immediately see the Roma in me. Admittedly the fact my eyes are different colours and my colouring tends towards the pale does a lot to hide it. That said anyone who has been around for me for a while might have noticed my habit of taking long walks going no where in particular. They might have noticed my fairly migratory existence, often drifting from town to town with no particular plan. I can't explain it really. It's really hard to put into words but sometimes the road ... calls. It calls to me a lot, to go, to travel, to see and hear new places. Most of the time I can hold it down, bury it in duty and work and practicalities. Sometimes though it really calls. I can't explain it in any other way but it's something in the blood. I get itchy feet. I get restless. I get wanderlust. Something just tells me it's time to move on. My plan had until recently been fairly simple - hopefully get funding to do my PhD. That's not looking so likely now, particularly given the squeeze on academic funding and my patchy academic record. I can still apply, but the chances are slim. With me that is often how it's been so this really isn't anything new. So I'm going to carry on with applying, and seeing if other funding comes up. I'm also looking at other one year courses I could do to improve my academic record - some funded, some not. The thing that this has pretty much determined is that this next year (Academic year) if it isn't part of the PhD, is not going to be like 2010, which was one of waiting around for things to happen. The wind has shifted, the times are changing, and the road is most definitely calling.