What is it about change that makes most of us stay the same. When the world is getting smaller, with each technological advancement, bringing remote cultures and countries, previously read about in magazines scattered in waiting rooms, into your living room. You can browse through Asian market’s picking up trinkets and treasures that were once the reserve of the well-travelled and lucky few. Yes it’s all superficial and the experience is lost but then it always was lost unless you had the money to “buy the ticket and take the ride.” The stories where always subjective tales told with sugar about lands far away making the gift that much more precious. The golden elephants from Thailand seemed the epitome of unknown places, until you visit Thailand and see them dime a dozen on display atop every single market stall within sight. Supply demand, probably, but still, without the internet, a valuable cultural insight into a country far away and a culture so oblique to the life you live. Times have changed, the internet has brought the world to living room and we are able to see the world through screen and for some of us this is enough. For those that aren’t there is still travel and once you have the bug there is no cure. If this world is indeed that much smaller then why is it that we do not go out and venture. Why do we still search for the security in familiarity and measure it against the time spent in one location. We seem to hold onto what we have above all the possibilities life has to offer. It has become so important to dig foundations and build a life in one spot when the world is open and available to explore. Roots when we are not trees, foundations when we are not houses. The importance of building a career or sense of community becomes us, whilst mobile phones fill up with holiday memories reserved for occasions and reminiscence. It’s a turbulent time, with war and the economy, tools of the governmental trade, creating the fear and providing the control that will stifle the most to hold onto what they have and protect is at all costs. Those that have the wealth become the I, and build on their public persona, requiring them to be in their public eye accessible at all times, one base with many locations. We cannot all be the Mosquito Coast driven to destruction in search of sanity but we should not be the Walton’s either. We are nomads, we are adventurers, we have navigated the world and gone to the moon, some of us have stayed and some have returned, but we have tried. Suck and see, and if not then home is always a heartbeat away. There is no harm in trying and only doubt in not. It’s a beautiful world, safe, dangerous, hot, cold, governed, lawless each to their own. If you looked hard enough you could find the right place to suit you, if you alone and only have yourself to worry about. With family you might need to look a little harder, suck a few more to see, before you find that place where you all can lay your heads, and with time feel likes its home, as long as your heart is there.