FOMO and the love of life.

I've been thinking a lot lately.

It's pretty obvious that I am a restless soul. I don't like being in the same place for too long, the travel bug in me takes over and whispers in my ear of all the beautiful things I miss. I have lived in Wellington since November last year, and I'm starting to really miss travelling. I make lists of places I want to go. I can't help but getting FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out) when I linger in one place.

I can see how it's related to the fact that I can't remember the last Friday or Saturday night I was home with myself as my only company. Or the fact that I remember crying my eyes out when I missed a single school trip or class disco.

I hate missing out. I want to see everything, live everywhere.

And I don't plan on really "settling down", deciding on one single place, anytime soon.















Why are my legs so restless?

I am terribly scared of dying without having done everything I want. And I'm not getting younger. A few periods in my life, I've done half-tries to settle down. To be happy with a full time job and a gym membership. It didn't end well. Then I met someone with the same appetite. If not bigger.

There is a price I have to pay. Or, actually, quite a few. Money is just one of them. I'm used to living frugal. That's my default way of being and not that tricky. Something I have a harder time getting used to is the distance to my beloved family and friends. To not be able to eat salty liquorice whenever I want. To have few familiarities in life, no overhearing childhood songs or old neighborhood blocks to walk through.















But in a distant and misty future, there is some sort of settling down (one of our times biggest luxury - to chose the settings for your own future). I can't see it very clearly, but I know it's there. At some point. I just have to do everything before.

How do you feel? Do you have an ache in your body to try something new? Or are you happy with things the way they are?