I got this question a lot.
I would usually answer it with some cliche lines: broaden my horizon, meeting interesting people, sample exotic food...but they aren't completely true, I must confess. There is something missing from all those lines I have been giving out to people. Something else lure me to pack my bag and force me to swallow the fear of flying. (It is pretty ironic to say that since my Chinese name is flying in the universe...)
Until one day I read Italo Calvino made this comment about Joseph Conrad :... adventures are only a pretext for saying something original about man, while the exotic events and countries serve to underline more clearly man's relationship with the world."
I've always felt plain when I am in my comfort zone; salt-less life. The life on the road gives me endless whether trivial or significant challenges to test what I am made of. (the Finn content:80% of silliness plus 15% of sheer genius and 5% of gutsy nerves...perhaps)Somehow this life turns me into water and I feel at home in many different sizes of containers. And love, I start to love, people and creatures.But mostly, my fear.
