So why did you moved to Bay Area from New York?, said a well-wisher a few days ago. You should have seen me blessing this question with an elaborate response. I enlisted all decision-making tools that I used to come to that conclusion: from fuzzy logic to decision trees to collaborative thinking to expert panels. In reality though one fine evening we just decided to create a life with some adventure before we settle down.
Thats it.

It just feels too flimsy, too fickle, too light and too un-trustworthy to say that we just followed our hearts. There got to be a million reasons for us to move, right? But no. Some of us either by chance or choice happen to be in a position to be agile. We are one of these folks.

When I first moved to New York back in 90s I wished I had come here earlier. When I moved to Toronto I wished I was born there. When I moved to Bay Area I felt its like my grandpas village where I spent my childhood. It feels every mountain, every plant, every tree is familiar with me.

One day we identified this weird nature of ours: we are perpatual travellers.

Even the places where we were born we felt a desire to move and find our homeland.

I would not be surprised when I will visit South America, or Brazil or Africa and feel like their soil makes up my soul.

On the restless road to nowhere
Theres no certain peace it seems
Desire to keep on moving
till the river of dreams
Is it just because someone told you
Is it just because you found
Old freedom feels uneasy when duty is around

When allegiance asks the questions
Old freedom twists and turns
And chokes on codes of honour
On the sword of no return

And its the curse of the traveller
The curse of the traveller
Got a hold of me
And it wont let you be

Chris Rea