My first story - I don't like travelling...
I hated travelling and I still do :-)
So how come I am living now in a different country?
As a child my parents would take me to all our neighbouring countries for a holiday in summer (Italy, Denmark, France). These trips were done in our car, as young as when I was two years old! So my aversion to travelling is ingrained due to my childhood experience - I assume. (My father would never allow us to open the rear windows as he would always get a stiff neck). Just imagine 14 hour trips for kids in those days - 70s and 80s....
When I was 14 I was sent to a youth camp - I cried all the way :-(
Then - when I was 24 - my (then) best friend asked me to join him to a trip to GB for three month, visiting his former exchange student. I fell in love with someone, almost never left and started to enjoy the opportunities this life and the world could offer. Though I have not yet embraced it to the fullest, as I am still not keen on travelling (=rushing from one place to another), but certainly in those places I have lived have given me insight into people, my perception and most of all into myself!
Thankfully my wife is the same, and my two kids, well, this new generation is so mobile, so "ready to go", wow, it scares me at times - will they take their time to take it all in and to cherish the experience, the encounters, the deeper meanings and searches... I pray and hope they do :-)
P.S. The three month in GB turned into almost a 2yr stint, in Brighton. I then added another year in Guildford/Godalming, "tracing the steps of Aldous Huxley" (not really, just being a teaching aid - hehehehe). From there to Torino (IT), Opava (CZ), Chongju/Chungju (ROK), and finally in Melbourne (AUS) - altogether 21 years of my life... and still going, well , planning to :-)