Wanderlust

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When you've been raised on the move -- living from town to town, city to city, island to island -- you grow up loving movement. You don't get the privilege of establishing deep roots, or the nostalgia of claiming the title of being someone's childhood friend. You just don't have the currency for that, being peripatetic and all.

When you've been brought up on the go -- changing addresses in a quick, three-year-cycle -- you get used to living out of a box, and get the hang of fitting your life in medium-sized back pack. You learn, along the way, the value of avoiding becoming a pack rat, and the necessity of discarding excess baggage.

When you've been weaned on Sundays on the beach and frequent road trips, your heart learns to dream beyond the confines of your juvenile machinations, and soar beyond the perimeter of your economic limitations. You become more optimistic at the possible opportunities that are potentially opening up to you and for you.

When you've aged into a life of curious exploration of unknown destinations, you expand not only your impact on the world, but also your knowledge and love for it. You gratefully appreciate the experience of setting foot on eleven nations other than your own, and the fact that it happened in such rapid succession. You couldn't have planned it or made it come to pass the way that it did.

When you've repeatedly recalled these memories and repeatedly rehearsed what's yet to come, your heart swells with so much wanderlust that you ache from the inside out with nothing but a journey to quell it. Your world is round and it is getting smaller and more familiar with every step.

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"You feel your heart beat loudest when it's breaking..." -- Switchfoot

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  1. JucyAugust 31, 2018 at 12:56 AM

    It’s curious how our childhood experiences are so different and yet we grew up yearning for the same thing. In my case, I felt stuck in the city I was born in and wanted nothing more than to leave and live a life of “movement” and adventure.

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  2. MichaelAugust 31, 2018 at 6:24 AM

    Yet another of life's ironies. 😎

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