My nomadic life

It's the time of year when friends and family send holiday wishes, with pictures of their kids and annual updates tucked inside. After opening about a dozen envelopes, I notice a trend: their addresses, their jobs, their interests are remarkably consistent from year to year, while mine change.

Maybe it's in my blood (there are gypsies shaking my family tree) or in my upbringing (chaotic) or in both. I am unsettled. I am always struggling, always striving, always seeking.

And yet, I envy people whose lives are settled. They have a sense of resolution, a comfort and ease, a finish to them that I lack.

Which are you: settled or nomadic?

Comments

[Vanessa]

I have done much traveling as a volunteer; 13 countries before highschool graduation. I long for the outdoors and to interact with people of other cultures; so many traditions, so much history. It would be my dream to sell everything and trek the world as a wandering bard with only my backpack and my best friend; my husband Andrew... I am a nomad, and some day I will fufill my dream.

[Amber]

I read a book in Jr High called The Outsiders by SE Hinton... In the book I profoundly learned that there are goers and stayers in this life, and as much as I long for the life of a stayer... I fear I am a goer too... *sigh*

[Lori]

Absolutely settled. The chaos of my upbringing drove me the other way. I love the security of home and fret over major change.