I may have been cursed at birth, or perhaps I was born at the wrong time. I have never been able to sit still, settle into one place and let my roots take hold. I suffer from wanderlust, have the soul of a sailor who is always looking back out to the sea and suffer from itchy feet.
This occurred to me as Beloved settled into a comfortable chair and indicated he could get used to “here”. I couldn’t see “here” or even “there” as being a place I could get used to. There are always so many things to see, explore and learn and staying in one place just seems wrong.
Poor Beloved, the man mentioned a desire to go to Denmark for a day or two. And off I went, a huge list of other places to go and see. A need for more than a short flight, short drive or a tiny trip.
I can’t explain it, but the idea of calling one place home just gives me the creeps. I can’t fathom being tied down completely to one place that offers no means away from the place. Trapped I guess is the correct word. Being trapped frightens me. No exit strategy scares me.
While Beloved is finding the right location for the comfortable chair, my heart is yearning to pick up, pack up and head out to somewhere beyond. Somewhere other, different and somewhat new.
Denmark is not a place that I see myself exploring for a few years. I adore Denmark, but only for visits. I feel the same about Finland, Sweden and Iceland. These are places Beloved could see himself settling his comfortable chair into without any issue.
I wonder if comfortable chairs come with wheels and various or tracks etc. for mobility, just because you never know where my wanderlust will take me next! Maybe swim fins need to be added too, just in case!
If Beloved no longer wishes to be a travel companion, maybe I can grab a roaming gnome or two!