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Did I always love traveling? I guess so or perhaps the main reason why I feel restless, travel around is (was) I am a wanderer plus never really felt home. Not with my parents, not in the country I was born. Something is missing. It's getting better now I am getting older but the feeling is still in me. The need to leave. Homesick to home I never was or am. If I feel homesick it's back home, because of what I left behind.
The only "home" feeling I have is in me. In me and the dogs, I need to leave behind. Knowing they need me, depend on me which means they are my biggest worries. The older my children get fewer worries I make about them. They can stay home alone and if I leave for a longer period I take them with me. My grandfather said: "You only need your toothbrush and wallet..." As a little child these words impressed me, I still remember them although he died as I was still young. He loved traveling but his wife didn't. He went to Israel though but at that time he was already sick (dying). Not old but sick most likely for already several years.
My children are not such travelers but they traveled with me because it's good to know more than the street you live in, it's good to have memories of days out, camping (even if it is in your own garden), hike or bike around, hop in a train or bus and observe life from a different angle.
It's not that each travel was easy. I rarely had money to spend where I arrived. I biked through the Netherlands in the pouring rain, fighting against the rain with a friend and her sister. They brought along a tent and we traveled light. As light as possible. We did not biked through the Netherlands only but visited Belgium and Luxembourg as well. Hitch-hiking where the bike couldn't take us, taking the train and sleeping over with stranger, in a soaked (incomplete) tent while the rice took hours on the small paraffin stove we took along.
We were camping in between very luxury bungalow tents, campers, and struggled but all together build great memories at the age of 15 because we achieved something together under bad circumstances.