I am a nomad. My life is lived far from home, and every little while I uproot and move on. I get restless easily, I fall in love too quick, and I’m always wondering what the next thing will be. But every once and awhile I come close to going home or settling down, and when I don’t it makes me pause and wonder, why not?
I grok this totally. I’ve just spent 5 months settled after 2.5 years of travel. Friday I start the next steps towards the next flexible chapter of life. I couldn’t stay settled