Everything is so familiar.

The language, the country, the city, the streets, your friends, and your home. It's comfortable.

Yes, it is, but where's the adventure? Where's the thrill? Of course, there are places closer to explore, but why not hop on the back of a truck and ride until you run out of gas? Why can't I run to the airport and go away to Europe? It's a risky dream but it sounds so wonderful...

I guess I crave change.

I must be content where I'm at or I'll never be happy. 

But I know every once in a while I'll get that urge.

And one day I may give in...