Where you need to be

For more than two decades, I’ve spent my time either roaming or living overseas. At first it was my insatiable drive to see the world but now mostly to work on long assignments. Over time it became clear that I traveled to live, and not the other way around. But packing and taking to the road is a process. That’s the thing about travel. We sometimes decide that happiness will be elsewhere, in a reluctant excuse to not cultivate it where we are. We long to wear boots when we only have sandals, and we pray for rain when the sun is scorching. Yet we are willing to go to great lengths to be under a palm tree or to climb on top of a hill to see a monument. And then one day you wake up and realize that you are where you need to be, and it’s just as good as any other place.