Returning...

I've just come back from Sweden. Ten days, but it feels like longer. Though as always with the familiar one quickly settles back into such places. But returning I didn't feel any upwelling of sentiment or emotion for being back in Bristol. That's not to say that I don't like the place. Or that I haven't had many good times here. I hope to in the future too. But a car driving past me on my way back to the house contained someone shouting loudly, let's use proclaiming, "I'm back, I'm back!". Now I don't know if this was really someone returning after a long journey away, but the event seemed to represent to me the difference in a lot of people's attitude to home, their strong attachment to it and reluctance to leave, and my lack of those feelings. I can find good things about the places I've lived, but none with enough that makes me feel as if I want to stay, to "put down roots". I don't know what that says about me or my environs. Maybe I'm just not ready yet to settle down, maybe I like new experiences too much, maybe I get bored easily. What it does tell me is I need to get out more. Out of the city, out of the country. See new things. Motion towards that is also motion away. Enough for now.