Maybe it's because my family took a lot of trips when I was younger.
Maybe it's because I've gone on mission trips.
Maybe it's because I enjoy getting away.
Or maybe it's because I'm always searching.
I couldn't quite tell you for what,
but my heart is ever expectant when I travel.
I can't stop doing it.
I love moving- I love settling myself in new places.
I love feeling as if I don't quite belong, and pretending as if I always have.
I love breathing the air of an unfamiliar place.
I love carrying my possessions in a compact carry-along.
I love the rush of airports and busy streets.
Surrounded by new people,
new love and laughter,
And I'm never so alone.
And I'm never found at home.
I feel perpetually unsettled.
and I think that's how it should be.