How life goes for me

I'm Francis Kohler, and I live quite a life.
Every year, my family and I travel to a little town in Mexico called Aticama, which is in the state of Nayarit. We always travel down in a medium-sized to large motorhome, each one always bearing the ancestral seal of a little plaque that says "The Mugwomp. Slow But Steady." Our most recent motorhome was a rather large one, which weighed just short of two tons when we took it down here.

But before i go into the long and unboring details, i would like to tell you how i feel about this constant switching between Aticama and smack dab in the middle of Portland, Oregon, USA. In short, every time that we go down and up, my feelings crack a little more, until eventually i will be looking down at a little pile of feeling shards at my feet, from all this changing. As of now, it is quite fractured, and i now look down at the little sphere that contains my rage and sadness at never having enough time to make a true friend, who would always be there for me, no matter how long i was gone or how far i went. The frustration of always being behind on something when i get to either place, mainly in History. And there is also the confusion on never seeming to fit in in either place.
But holding it all together is my joy and happiness at doing it.

This is what i feel, and belive it or not, I have expierenced all of this in only 12 years.