"Where are you from?" I have my response worked out to a 14-second monologue, which I'll spare you.

What I'm thinking about most recently is my fear that I'll never feel tied to anywhere. My entire life has been spent moving around; I've taken every chance I've had to get abroad, see the world, experience something new.

There's a beauty there: I will always have something new. I'm not concerned at all with the thought that one day I'll run out of places to visit- my list is already too long. What scares me is that I'll never call anywhere home.

The world is my home. Everyone is my neighbor. Instead of being a hopeful feeling, however, this is extremely intimidating. I have so many things I need to do: people to meet, pictures to take, histories to learn.

For what is this all worth? Why do I feel this draw to mobility? I feel almost as if I'm living life solely to have something to look back on down the road. Here's the catch: I have no way of knowing when I'll need to turn around and take it all in.

On the one hand, Semisonic had it right: it's time for me to go back to the places I will be from. On the other, Hakuna Matata: I'm here- lucky enough to experience a new piece of our world every day- and I should take that for what it's worth and run with it. Anyone up for a jog?