Nomad or Too bad

2 countries, 22 homes (in 32 years), 9 schools (6 in first 10 yrs), 3 storage places and several rental cars later - I am moving again. Calling my lifestyle nomadic is probably the understatement of the year. The more I crave for some constant in life, the more it eludes me.
I am officially a homeless person and I can live in my car for all I care, only I don't have a car.

Yes yes yes, I whine, but I have good reason to whine. I am a person with no home, and its not a lifestyle I volunteered to have. My father made us move...a lot. Once he quit, my mom took over. After she decided it was time to settle down, I decided to switch continents. Now I have a job that makes me move. Fate? Misfortune? Luck? Genes? I believe all of the above. And now I am afraid when I do settle down by some stroke of luck I will find it so mundane and boring (poor guru ji). Maybe encompassed in my soul, is the soul of ibn-e-batuta or marco polo. I dont know!!

It is true that neither of my parents have called one place their home for more than 5 yrs. My father turns 70 this Dec. Hmmmm, if this is genetic it doesn't look too promising. You must be wondering, whats the big deal, so you move around a lot. How bad can it be right? Well its not bad at all. You get to meet new people, you get a new start at life (sort of) you explore a new place, get a new room, new neighbors, fresh new set of teachers/friends/co-workers etc. etc.
But there is a con side to it all and that is you get to meet new people, you get a new start at life (sort of) you explore a new place, get a new room, new neighbors, fresh new set of teachers/friends/co-workers etc. etc.

Think about it, you do get excited about change and all of the fun new things mentioned above. But the novelty of it all does disappear after the first few times as you realise:
Meeting new people is so overrated, people everywhere are annoying and judgemental, just because your environment changes you dont become a more interesting personit's no fun to make new friends when you are just as judgmental as others and no matter how many fresh starts you get at life, you will turn it into the same exact mess as before. The only thing one can really enjoy is exploring the new place, but once that is over you start missing the last place you really felt to be your home. Sad!!!! But you know what is more sad. The fact that now I am so used to having these changes and getting these new starts, I subconsciously deem it as my escape route and hope to get one when I get bored or stuck or just tired.
The fact is I get jealous, when people talk about the homes they lived in, their entire lives, or childhood friends they studied with throughout school or lived next door to all their lives. The way they refer to a city or town, or think about their neighborhoods. All the things I so wanted but never had. I was a shy quite child who had to go through the torture of starting at a new school every 2-3 yrs or leaving a house when I had finally found my true best friend next door.
But what I guess the bright side to it all is, I can live anywhere and I can relate to all sorts of people and I am more accommodating and perceptive than the people not exposed to different environments. This kind of understanding of people and cultures I will not exchange for any one school, town or house.

And while it is hard to adjust to a new home, new place, new people, new climate, new driving styles and I do still dream of having my own land and home in one place, I try and come to terms with the fact that perhaps my destiny and my life knows me better than I know myself, and that this one home, one place thing that I desire so much just might come back to bite me in the years to come or at least guru ji, definitely.