Readers, it’s time I reveal to you a couple of serious medical afflictions that I have which heavily impact my daily life. It’s been a little while coming with the diagnoses, but I think I’ve finally got everything nailed down. I realize I suffer from the following things:
Itchy Feet & Restless Legs
I suffer from the inability to stay in one place for too long, both literally and figuratively.
Some of my happiest times are when I’m in motion – on a train, on a bus, walking (that’s a big one), progressing through, well, just about anything. Airports have long been one of my favourite places; it’s all excitement. People are coming and going, and at any moment you’re in the same spot as people from all over the world. You’re gearing up for a time that you’ll probably be relying on only what you’ve been able to pack in your bag. I find it thrilling. I also find it thrilling to be in a new place. To get to know a place on foot. To “make it through” a series of travel connections to get to where you’re going.
Due to both economic circumstances and my personal preferences, I’ve spent the last little while with my thumb in many different pies, so to speak, and my feet in a few different places. I teach. I write. I travel. I work with Air Cadets. I take off, then I come home. I come home for awhile, then I take off again. I measure amounts of money by the number of plane tickets (usually to Italy) it can buy.
I have begun to plan work around my desire to travel. I only look for contract jobs with firm end dates, at which point I can reevaluate everything. At times I despise this, but I really can’t bring myself to work any other way at this point, because I hate to feel stuck, to feel stagnate. Talking with friends, I realize that part of this is just a being-in-your-20s thing, and maybe part of it is being a Gemini thing, and maybe part of it is just being Sarah. But since I don’t want to end up like this guy, I follow my restless legs and itchy feel when they tell me it’s time to get a move on.
What they don’t tell you though, is along with itchy feet and restless legs comes the torment of the conflicted head and heart.
Conflicted Head, Conflicted Heart
To travel is a compulsion for me.
We’ve established that. And while my feet and legs are always gleefully, thoughtlessly happy when they’re moving, my head and my heart are not. Once all the excitement of the coming and going, packing and unpacking, taking off and landing has subsided, I often start to get a little niggling, nagging feeling somewhere north of my belly and south of my neck. This feeling then manifests itself in thoughts and questions, making my inner conversation, which usually happens on the plane, go something like this:
What if this plane crashes and you never see your family again? You are not afraid of flying. (I’m actually not.) You know that statistically air travel is safer than car travel. Ask the flight attendant for a drink and go to sleep.
What if something happens to someone you love while you’re away? You staying at home is not going to ensure that nothing terrible happens to your loved ones. If something happens you fly home and deal with it. Something could just as easily happen while you’re sitting on the couch in Canada, miserable. Seriously, have a drink.
But if something does happen to someone, you’ve missed out on precious time because of your terrible compulsion to move around. You know in the long run this will make you happier than sitting at home, sucking your thumb, waiting for something terrible to befall you or someone you love. Knock it off. Where’s that drink?
Then, the kicker.
Why do you have to be like this? What’s so wrong with home, with Canada, with your family, your friends, your life? Don’t you appreciate all that you have? What about a permanent job, your career, a house? You’ll never have these things if you keep jumping around. Now look at you, alone in an airplane with all your questions and worries. Not the joy you expected,is it? Why must you leave all the time?
And after a few minutes of quiet reflection, something fierce inside me replies:
Because I can. Because I’m not hurting anybody by doing what I want, maybe only by not doing what I want. Because I’m brave enough to actually listen to my heart and do what it tells me, not what society or other people think I should do. Because I know myself. I know that opportunities to be in the wind become fewer and fewer as I get older. Because I know I’ll regret not going when I had the chance. Because I don’t want to wait for other people to be ready to join me. They may never be ready. I don’t want to wait forever. I’m ok on my own.
And although there’s no place like home, home isn’t always where you’re meant to be. I will always have a home to go home to, because my family loves me. And they will still love me even if I’m not physically with them. They love me so much that all they want is my happiness, and if my happiness takes me elsewhere, then so be it. (Family, please correct me if I’m wrong!)
Because the world is there to be discovered, to be experienced, to be “lived”. Because I can push these worries out of my head and live my life in spite of them. Not because they become lessened, but because life will never be without worry.
So go, and be at peace with it, I tell myself.
9 thoughts on “A Traveler’s Afflictions”
Hi, I have been following your blog for awhile and really look forward to each post. I also have a blog on WordPress and just posted by first entry – for a couple of years I was working through Blogger and just moved to WordPress. Your post hit home with me because I’m leaving for Firenze next week, for 3 and a half months, so that I can hopefully experience Italy in a different way. Many people can’t understand how I could leave for that long, etc.but I also hear them saying how they would love to do something like that.
I connected with your insight and your ability to look at things honestly and bravely. We only go around once and have to make the most of it, and I can tell by the way you figured things out that you are living your own life but also thinking of others. So many things to balance and experience, but they are all worth it. Ciao!
Ciao! Thanks so much for following, reading and for your lovely comment. It’s always great to connect with kindred-spirit readers. I hope you have a wonderful time in Firenze. I’ll be there myself for about a week in May. Maybe we’ll cross paths!? Buon viaggio!
Very well said…I have felt the very same way. The voices around us constantly question and criticize. In the end, what will bring peace to our hearts and minds…not others.
Hi! I’m a new follower and love your blog. My hubby and I are planning to visit Italy in June, so I’m looking forward to reading your thoughts. We’re stationed in Germany and get the “restless legs” to travel as well.
Where will you be visiting? Italy is wonderful in June!
We’ll be seeing Rome, Venice, Verona, Florence, and Milan. Can’t wait!
Buon viaggio allora! You’ll have a great time. 🙂
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