I wonder what is it that spurs some people to pack up their lives and move, and what keeps others in one place their whole lives.
As a teenager I could not wait to pack up my life and explore new countries and cultures but now the thought of moving raises so many questions. Not to mention the thought of packing and moving for the umpteenth time in 11 years makes me queasy. At the same time though, I can’t help but think how much fun and how exciting a new place would be – the adventures you’d have, the people you’d meet, the places you’d see. I love hearing about people’s stories, and a recent holiday to the other side of the world has shown just how much history (and how many stories) there are to learn about.
How to reconcile the two?