"When I was very young and the urge to be someplace else was on me, I was assured by mature people that maturity would cure this itch. When years described me as mature, the remedy prescribed was middle age. In middle age I was assured that greater age would calm my fever and now that I am fifty-eight perhaps senility will do the job. Nothing has worked...When the virus of restlessness begins to take possession of a wayward man, and the road away from Here seems broad and straight and sweet, the victim must first find in himself a good and sufficient reason for going. This to the practical bum is not difficult. He has a built-in garden of reasons to choose from."
- John Steinbeck
Travels with Charley in Search of America
Though I am a ways from fifty-eight I know the virus/urge/fever to go, see, be, experience, fly over and through someplace else will never be cured. I was born with it.
Do you have the virus?