Nomad. Vagabond. Wanderer. A person with restless feet, always seeking another new horizon to watch the start of a fresh day, perhaps even never wishing to stay twice in the same bed. For many people, that lifestyle represents a danger to their world, where stability and the status quo are of paramount importance.
Then there are those like me.
In recent years, I've found myself staying longer after each move. It's not that I've lost the desire to keep traveling, or that I've found the place I want to be. It's just I've come to have more to carry, and I've grown more dependent on the fixed parts of the communities I live in (such as telephone, electric, and water connections). I rest in the town where I maintain a residence, but I'm not a citizen there: If, and when, the conditions are sufficiently right or wrong, I will pack up again, and move once more.
So, where is it you're going when you follow a nomad home? It's going to be a rather long journey, isn't it? Will you know when you get there? Will they know when they get there?
I know where I want to go, but there aren't any bridges crossing the quarter of a million miles or so I need to traverse to get there. Until I'm able to make that journey, a nomad I will remain. (Click here for details of that quest.)
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