Most of us make a journey in our lives. Those who don’t are born, live and die in the same place. They may make short trips to se how it’s like elsewhere but they always returns home, never gone for long. They feel safe in their surroundings they where born and really don’t want to change anything.
Those of us who do make that journey do it for many different reasons. Sometimes it’s a combination of those reasons. In search of a better life, a different life, a feeling of “I can fly so why am I still in the hatch”, a feeling of having outgrown the place called home…
For whatever reason people have made that journey I have made it too. It’s not a big journey but I moved from the village (less then 1000 inhabitants) I was born in and moved to the big city (well almost 60 000 inhabitants) 50 kilometres away. I first studied, got a job, a social life, bought an apartment, got a girlfriend who I’m now engaged with and we are about to buy a house. So yes I made my journey and I have made it in life here, I’m happy.
Many people who make that journey move back to the place where they born after they have lived they life they wanted to. For some people home is always home. I don’t think I will but the future is unknown so I don’t know what it holds in store for me.
Anyway it’s a half hour drive so visiting the place where I grew up doesn’t take that long but I am a visitor because I have made my journey…
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