I have been a vagabond at heart. A heart-felt smile in the fleeting moments, a transient pulse in the unexpected quests and a beating desire in the lazy long walks. I am not defined by an intense experience, hit rock bottom or a shady soul with a wrecked tale. I am never a known face, a name or an idea. I am the storyteller, the dreamer and the drifter. I am the throbbing moment. The thought and the sheer feel of the present. I am unquestionably a muddle of many firsts, floating in the depth of the surf, breathing heavily at the expanse of a mountain, lost on a trodden trail in the woods, laughing hysterically over a glass of wine and wondering amusingly midst a zillion shooting star.