No, I am not a tree, at least I don’t think so. I am a human being. A person. A citizen in a country. A country on this earth. Last time I checked .. there’s this thing we use called .. money. Yeah .. MONEY. VISA. TIME. RESPONSIBILITIES. Not everyone has the luxury of being able to abandon everything and just up and go.
I would love to travel. Ofcourse I would. Who wouldn’t. That would be awesome. But simply .. I don’t know how to explain this to you .. I can’t. That’s not even an option for me. Not even jokingly.
In order to follow my dreams I would have to first of all figure out a way of making tons of money somehow and quickly.
Secondly, I would have to ask my husband to quit his job at his father’s company and just abandon his father who needs him, say goodbye to his family and friends and just follow me without blinking an eye.
Thirdly, my daughter’s grandparents would just have to accept the fact that they will not get to see their only granddaughter, whom they can’t stay away from for more than a week, for, I don’t even know how long, because ofcourse I will be taking her away with me.
Get the idea ? So in a way, I am a tree in some sense. I’ve got roots that extend and that others are dependant on.
It’s a shame, believe me, I know. But if everyone was destined to travel the globe, then what would the whole point of travelling be. If no one had a steady, fixed job, then the world you want to travel would cease to exist. Am I making sense ? If no one had a job then who would work the airlines, the companies, that you use to travel.
Maybe I’m being silly, but I’m just saying ..