Is it about the journey or the destination?
I’ve always needed change in my life. Even when I was kiddo. Tho, I realized it just recently. I had several hobbies, and I’ve always filled my free time with everything and nothing, something. I got bored really easily, if there wasn’t enough resistance in things and tasks.
I’ve been interested in arts, crafts, poetry, literature, gaming, computers, drawing…. The list continues endlessly. I have never concentrated only in one thing at the time. When I have studied, I’ve always had full time job on a side. There is always some project going on, and if there is none, I get really anxious.
I feel the most relaxed when I’m on the go. It rarely even matters where am I going, it is enough that the landscape is changing constantly. Or at least often enough.
I’ve always wanted to be different, and tried to make a nest of my own. And every time I try, I fail miserable. I just can’t stay put more than a few years. I don’t think I will ever succeed in it. Not in a way is considered ”normal”. The thought of having husband and 2.4 kids, golden retriever and wooden house for rest of my life makes me nauseous. I like the thought of secure and stable life but I also know that it would drive me on the edge. So, for me it is about journey. The destination is irrelevant.
Something that 
Learning has always given me great joy. I have quite exquisite memory and I mainly use it to storage weird and unnecessary information. When I move and stay busy I learn. I meet new people, I get into new situations, and I learn always something out of them. When I stay in my place too long the learning decreases or stops. And yet again I start to feel restless.
When I hit the point, there is no turning back, I need to hit the road. It is almost like I had some weird gypsy blood in me and I just feel when time is up. I’ve tried to fight it. Oh boy, have I tried. It’s not like I like moving. Actually, I hate packing. But it is also something I need to do in order to keep my sanity.
In my previous post I said I have no post-travel hangover, even when I always get one. There is reason for it. My mind is on the go again. And even if there is no certainty on anything, I feel the excitement and anticipation and it makes me feel alive and almost like I could breath again.