I’ve been moving places for almost two years now. Going back and forward from here to there.
Being bored easily makes me wanna jump from place to place, but let me explain why I feel the need for new beginning and change all the time.
I find life exciting. Super exciting. I want to experience as much as I can. I want to learn about cultures, be astonished by the differences and understand the place I’m from better because of it. I want to make new friends, I want to try delicious food I never had before, learn various languages, be impressed by new landscapes and architecture, kiss guys other than Dutch ones, lose myself, find myself, whatever..
It would feel unnatural to stay in one place than hopping around. Does it mean I’m running away from something? Or is it rather running away from routine. Does it mean that I’m never satisfied? Or is it rather the opposite: fulfillment.
Sometimes I want it all. I want everything and to be at every single one of my favorite places at the same time. Sometimes I want so much that I don’t know what the fuck I actually want. Who knows, I’m always fooling myself with all these wild ideas and dreams. Maybe I’m just trying to find myself. Maybe it all comes down to nothing. But you know what? It doesn’t make a difference. Because it’s not the truth that counts, but the feeling of excitement and gratitude to be alive in this world.