I don’t know if I will ever truly be satisfied. I’m beginning to realise this now. When I achieve a goal, it becomes very fulfilling, but as time goes on I realise it’s just not enough. Things get stale, they get old, and you realise there is still more to do. To stop now would be a waste. I can never imagine myself stopping.
This is how I started to feel around the middle of 2012, when at that point I had been living abroad for 18 months. There was this feeling that I had wasted so much time in one place. Adding to this was the fact that flights within North America (especially Canada) are ridiculously expensive, and I was not able to travel around Canada as much as I wanted to.
It’s funny how you can be in one country for so long that you don’t even feel like a traveller anymore, or that you are even in another country. I certainly do not want to sound like I am complaining, as I have had a great time here and definitely plan to visit again, it’s just that, when it’s time to move on, it’s time to move on.
I then think to myself, I’m glad to have this feeling of never being fully satisfied. It pushes me to do more and see more. I could be wrong but I think all travellers experience this to a certain extent.
After All, what happens when you are completely content? The word “boring” comes to mind. Call it being unsatisfied, restlessness or itchy feet. Whatever it is, it doesn’t seem to be going away anytime soon….. and that’s just fine by me.