I remember as a kid I were terrified of staying in one place. I knew the world I knew. And I knew that I wanted to move away from the place I grew up. Now, when I’m supposed to be grown up and have it all figured out, guess what: i do not have it all figured out. I did end up moving away from where I grew up. I’ve lived in three different cities, and still haven’t found a place to call home. I know that the village I grew up in will always be my home, but at the same time I know that it’s not going to be my home in a very long time.