I am beginning to feel like this has turned into a tourist’s guide, and while that’s not my intention I guess it is. I was bothered by this at first, but then I realized that no matter what I write, if it’s true, then it is a travel guide of sorts. Life is a journey and we are all traveling through it. Everywhere we go and everywhere we have been informs where we will go next. Traveling is about gaining knowledge through new experiences in new places or about returning somewhere to find what you missed or maybe what you lost the last time you were there. I myself am a traveler. I have been away from home for nearly five weeks and yet I don’t really miss it. I guess I have always been this way since at the age of 6 I went with a friends family on vacation for a week and made my mother very sad because I didn’t miss home. I miss people, but only to a point because even then I have an unwavering belief that if I am meant to see them again I will and we will make up for all the missed hugs and loss of time. I guess I could also say that I carry home with me in the vivid memories of the people and places which are special to me so it’s hard to feel something missing when I hold it with me. I hope I never loose my will to travel, because if I do I fear that I will have lost myself and my sense of wonder which keeps me going. I crave what is out there and I believe we are all meant to leap into the river of opportunities that flows constantly before us.