travel or die
complacency breeds comtempt
maybe it's the way I grew up, moving around, interacting with different cultures, that staying in a place for too long felt stale and boring
maybe it's never feeling at home anywhere, even at home, you're an outsider,
maybe it's just liking the feeling of not being totally comfortable, to always be a little on edge, always on the road.
or just maybe, it's growing up not believing that countries were rational, and thinking the entire world was your home
There's a map I want to fill