(The painting is by Saintworksart, downloaded from the internet)
She always left a country as soon as she started to think of it as home. As soon as it felt safe and comfortable, it became scary. To grow roots wasn't something she was born to do. She was born with wings, all she knew was how to fly.
She closed her eyes and places a finger on the globe kept on the corner table of her studio. The tip of her finger decided where she would live next. Both her passport and her profession made it easy for her to move wherever she wanted to. After all, which country didn't have children who didn't enjoy being swept away by a grasping narration.
She was a good storyteller. Her puppets were the only ones that always went with her to each new country. They were her only family. Creating new homes every few years made sure she had enough stories to tell. Over the years she had gotten brilliant with accents as well.
'Kayak.com', she typed in on her Mac. The orange of the logo caught her eye. Just because of that colour, she was willing to change her destination. Orange reminded her of the sunset and of the fruit of course. She had never witnessed prettier sunsets than the ones she had lived through in Jamaica.
Should I go back? She asked herself. She had never booked a flight to the same place again. She had never gone back before.
Going back meant going back to the known. Going back to all those places and all those people who were familiar. Wasn't it the familiar that scared her the most!?!
