July 11, 2013
When I tell people the places I’ve traveled and the places I’m planning to go, I’m met with some version of surprise. Whether it is excitement and interest or concern and confusion, the fact that I keep moving from place to place always elicits some sort of response. In the last 7 years, I've been in 9 different countries, on 3 different continents, lived in 4 of them, moved to 10 towns/cities and 17 different apartments/dorms/houses...and I'm preparing for my next country to see and to live in. I thought I’d try to find a way to explain why I can't sit still.
In my last post I wrote about the house fire and the craziness I’ve experienced in the last year and a half. You'd think after that I'd just want some 'normalcy'. To me, settling in one place is not an option that appeals to me. Buying a house, a car, adopting a dog, working 9-5 in a job with good benefits and a decent salary, all of those things which place roots in one location…it’s not for me, at least not yet. I am not afraid of commitment, I’m loyal to my family and friends, and I commit to projects and my job(s), I am not afraid of any of that. I just don’t want what so many people around me want me to want.