on to the next destination

You go to a foreign country to study, you fall in love and your life changes. After graduation you go home but how do you go back to your old life? You can't, so you just move forward. You go to another foreign country to study some more and this time hope that you'll know where to go from there. I always thought it would be fun traipsing from one place to another. I can live off my suitcase, I like meeting people, I revel at the strangeness of new places and when things are not working well you can always move on to the next destination.

But now as I prepare for the next destination, I'm getting annoyingly sentimental. It would have been sweet if there was someone I belong to, telling me not to go for his world would crumble. In the real world though, I would not fall for such a wuss. I usually go for the self-important guys who would start seeing someone else the moment I check in my baggages.
I wished I was wired simpler, more domesticated, easily pleased but I am not. I have the wanderlust and I am excited where it would take me.