Wanderlust. It’s an interesting thing. I suppose some of us are never satisfied with the places we are born in. I sure am not. Of course, realistically, I have an advantage on home turf because of familiarity and the presence of kith and kin. Sure…things will be hard in a foreign land, but I guess that’s where the excitement really is.
I mean, everyone hears tales of this and that place. That’s what they are: Tales. Stories and anecdotes. The world is a big place. It is not “everywhere else”. A bad experience in a far off city does not automatically condemn the entire country. I suppose, if anything, it is essential to get a taste of even bad experiences. At the very least, it will help one appreciate what one has.
If it were up to me, I’d uproot and wander the world. I would change country of residence every few years to see what everywhere is like. It is sad that the state of the world makes that a wee bit harder. For example the distrust of foreigners and the difficulty of finding work, closed borders due to fear of terrorism and all that. It is becoming increasingly hard to wander freely… Not to mention the language barriers and how to keep the funds coming to support this endeavour…
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