All my life, I've wanted to be away. I never feel happier or more free than when I've stepped into a place that is new to me. I've been fascinated by far away places and foreign countries since I was very small, imagining myself into Princess Aurora's imaginary Disney kingdom before developing an interest in Ireland, spurred, I think, by the Gaelic origin of my first name. I was nine when I realised consciously that people still lived in Europe; that unlike my own ancestors, many people had not left the continent behind and that, in fact, there was a whole world of countries out there of which I had only the most vague notion. Suddenly, my own world, which had always been safe and sheltered, seemed very small. That moment was the beginning of a life long chase after the unknown, but no matter how many cities I check off my travel wishlist, I'm never satisfied - there's always another plane ticket to buy and another border to cross. It has occurred to me that I don't actually know what I'm searching for, beyond adventure. I suspect that even if I did manage to go everywhere and see everything, it still wouldn't be enough. There are homes I have been glad to come back to, and others that made me wish I could stay away forever, but no matter which kind I live in, the need to leave has remained. I have found so much to love in some of the places I've been, like Paris, my second home, which I can't wait to see next week (although even when we lived there, my desire to explore wasn't dampened a bit), and Berlin, which I'll arrive in tomorrow for the third time in less than ten years, that I keep going back. So I haven't been everywhere yet, but I'm working on it, because something in my compels me to. And if I ever run out of new places, I'll just start the list over again.
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