I am reflecting on travel. I am aware of my capacity to adjust and adapt. For some weird reason, I find myself at home very rapidly in many places abroad. I do not feel attached to my country of birth.

Yet I lost of bit of my desire to travel to as many countries as possible. I find myself willing to grow some kind of roots somewhere peaceful. This is new.

One of my friends sees travel as running from something. I disagree. Travel opens our mind. Thanks to traveling abroad, I found myself. However, to travel and to live abroad is slightly different. I shall keep you updated about this as I prepare to move abroad for the second time in my life.