Today my itchy feet are feeling the need to roam… the need for change. I’m dreaming of those beautiful clean slates one gets when moving somewhere new, where the world is full of new experiences just around the river bend… I sometimes wonder whether wanderlust is in one’s blood. My grandfather grew up between Switzerland and the US, and as a young man decided to hitch hike from Zurich to Johannesburg – quite a feat in the 50s. I come from a line of people who travelled long distances with the desire to start afresh. Is it part of my internal make-up? Or is it simply my upbringing? Positive experiences in the past that have shaped my desires for living a life on the move?
What is it that gives one person the desire to live in the same town for their whole lives – grow up, fall in love, build a career and family there; and another to cross the globe at regular intervals?
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