As I wait to board my plane to Texas, memories of who I was a few years ago pop up in my mind. See, this is the first time I've been in the DFW area in over a year... an area I spent living on my own for over 4 years. And though I look forward to seeing a lot of the friends I had made during that time, I can't help but wonder if never leaving would have satisfied me.
I can understand why many people yearn to firmly plant themselves. There's a feeling of relief. The tiresome explorer getting to his destination and, with what energy he has left, impaling the ground with his flag to claim his plot of land. There's a sense of control. My territory... my rules. There's a semblance of stability and certainty. I know what to expect in my own little world, and it changes only at my will.
But alas, I carry no flag. Nor do I long for relief, control, stability, or certainty. So here I sit in anticipation of a 10 day trip, with nothing but a small, half-full school bag, some memories with old friends to reminisce about, and a few stories about my life out West. And when my time in Texas is up, it's back to the journey.