What I’ve learned is that stillness of the brain, doesn’t always = stillness of the body. And for some, like yours truly, it’s the opposite. Regardless, for the time being, I’ve decided to stay in Seattle. (I am a traveler of the world at heart, an explorer, I refuse to give this up, but trips are still in my future.) After all, diversity in experience = diversity in expression. Then I have more to write about. But yes, for a time, I will remain here (at large) It is certainly easier being in familiar territory & having my parents close. However, honestly, familiarity isn’t very tempting to me. I get restless quite easily. And this is nothing new, (pre-brain injury I was the same.) Some people crave routine, it makes them feel safe. I crave diversity of experience. This = excitement. That’s where I feel comfiest. Being on the move = home, for me. Routine bores me.
The funniest thing is: more than most times, (which means allot, as I’m always motivated to travel.) I’m a now craving travel. I want to be on the move. It seems that each trip I take now, incites another. (This reminds me allot of when I graduated college. I was spired to travel for almost a year, all over the states, visiting friends.)
Traveling just feels good. It = new things to see, getting lost… Sometimes a bit of fear makes me really come alive. And I’ve recognized that in times of uncertainty, I like my physical existence to mirror my mental. If I’m wandering mentally, what better than to wandering physically. Hence, why I felt so inclined to travel after graduating college, and why I feel so inclined now.