Home Sick?

[absintine]

Fair weather far away,
Highway years long.
Point of origin I abandoned!
Youthful splendor spent mountain bound,
Frolicking through metropolis.
Gear heavy on my back,
Home nowhere but in my heart.
Pen always in hand!
I play away this life...
Head Mile High in the Clouds.
There is no regret,
There is nothing else I would have done.
If you could see me here,
You would NEVER wish me there.