I grew up as an Air Force brat, I grew up travelling, so I really can’t understand the point of view of those that stay in their home towns forever. In fact, now that I’m legally considered an adult (24) I’ve really caught the wanderlust bad. In the past three years I’ve been to the Bahamas, have driven from Anchorage to Las Vegas (and back), toured the eastern US from Chicago to Boston down the coast to Savannah and over to New Orleans (and all stops inbetween,) spent two weeks in Belize and last month moved from Anchorage Alaska to Houston. I’ll probalby be here for three maybe four years before packing kit and moving again. I certianlly plan on many more road trips in out of the country while I’m living here.
Soooo I guess that means I’m in the travel camp
I don’t know about other people but I start to feel uncomfortable and restive when I’ve been living somplace for too long, even as a kid I always started to get anxious after three or four years at one post, I was always happy to leave all my all friends behind for the chance to go someplace new. That’s something I never grew out of, and I don’t think that I will. Even if I do settle down somewhere more or less permantly I’ll still travel whenever I get the chance.
When I was living in Alaska I met a fair number people that had never left the state or even really travelled much in the state. No matter how much we discussed it I’ve never been able to convince a person like that, that travelling is fun and worthwhile, likewise they’ve never had any luck explaining to me the virtues of a sedentary lifestyle.
I think these two groups of people are destined to remain a mystery to one another for all eternity