I am enjoying our full-time travels and finding lots of people who share the interest in seeing different places, moving on, and so on. I find myself wondering, though, at the differences between my nature and that of a person who has tenure in a place.
Earlier in my life, I would have thought poorly of someone who continues on where his/her ancestors lived; now I admire that. I find it somehow beautiful and moving to learn of families who have fished the same waters off Norway for 1,000 years; to meet and talk with a woman whose family came to New Mexico in the 1600s, and is still in place; to meet men who are following an ancestral occupation (in this case, stone masonry), one being 7th generation and the other an amazing 16th generation! I find all this honorable, beautiful, and admirable.
I wonder why neither my ancestors nor I have had this sort of stamina. I think it has to do with the loss of traditions and traditional values, but I'm not sure how to get closer to the matter. Oh well... Just interesting; not important, I guess.