Apologies for the lack of news about what I’ve been getting up to, but to be honest I’ve been far too busy getting up to it! The last couple of weeks have been entirely taken up with working, making preparations for leaving, catching up with people before I do, sleeping, or indeed trying and failing to sleep (yay, insomnia).
Anyway, a quick update on progress…
So in the previous post I explained how much I love the experience of new and unfamiliar surroundings, and ended on a question – why not keep that feeling going?
It’s easy to find practical reasons why not, but they all boil down to being tied to one location. Modern society seems to be built around the assumption that most people want to have a single permanent base, a place to call home, a place to put down roots. We get tied down financially, by jobs and contracts related to our homes – and emotionally, by relationships, dependents and family obligations. And of course we’re tied down physically by all the stuff we own.
Which is fine if you’re a put-down-roots sort of person. But what about those of us cursed with so-called wanderlust?
“Oh! Where are you moving to?”
This is a question I’ve been asked a lot over the last few weeks, whenever people find out that I’m leaving town. Often they’re just making small talk, but in this case it’s not an easy question to answer quickly. I’ve tried a variety of responses:
“Lots of places, hopefully…”
“The answer to that is more complicated than you might think…”
Or my favourite so far: “Everywhere!”