Notes on travelling: why I will never ever stop

This is me a couple of years ago, doing legs-up-the wall as I do each and every night before sleep, in our Thai inspired bungalow, on the roof of our house in Ibiza. "Us" is me and my Israeli husband- yes, he is Israeli, and he left his country when he was 21 and he travelled across Australia on a motorbike, and never really stopped moving- only a few years in Goa, another few years in New York, and lots of other travels, until he settled in Ibiza. 
I left Sweden when i was 20, and came back a few times to work and try to sometimes live there, but I never felt at home there. I always kept wanting to travel more and more. I was sometimes asked "when are you gonna come home and settle down" and I always made up different answers that would satisfy the person asking. Deep inside I always knew I would never "settle down" in Sweden. 
People would tell me that I "can't keep travelling when I have children" and I always knew they were wrong. 
Travelling is in my blood. Some define it as having a "gypsy soul" and I do believe in some level that some people just have this- peace in movement. 
But there is something much more simple to the travelling, which I realised with a very everyday, simple comparison that I did a week ago, when coming back from Sweden, where I'd spent two weeks with my two little boys. 
I decided to go to my usual grocery store- Hiper Centro- and do it the other way around. 
I normally always do the same round. First to the water, then the vegetables and fruits, then the meats, the cheese, the fish... and so on. 
But this time, I decided to start from the end. And what happened? Well, this happened:
I saw everything differently. 


I saw new things. I bought different things. I ended up with a shopping cart full of foods I never bought before- and ended up cooking new things I didn't cook before. And what is so wonderful about this? This is what is so wonderful:
It made me EXPAND. It made me challenge myself. It made me use all my senses. And that, in turn, makes me feel genuinely HAPPY.

And this is exactly what I love about travelling, and what makes me addicted to travelling, and what makes travelling something I will never, ever stop for as long as I live: 
Feeling alive, using all my senses, and constantly expanding myself in all directions. When I was at the height of my travelling-career, I wanted to go further and further, to more and more far away and strange places. I loved the feeling of being "out-of-place", or sitting on a train for 3 days. 

No, I don't always love travelling, yes, it's a fucking challenge to drag two small kids on and off airplanes. BUT IT MAKES ME FEEL ALIVE! And I grow, and I expand, and I get inspired. 
New smells, new tastes, new visions, new sounds. I'm alive. Fully and wholly. 

I am unable to do things the exact same way every day. It makes me feel dead. I refuse to die before I die. I'll keep travelling til the last breath. If it means only doing the grocery shopping upside down and inside out as a 99-year old, then that's what it'll be. 

This winter- INDIA (we meet again, Madame)