I don’t know why traveling for me is such a lifeline, when there are people who are content to never leave their homes. I guess we do come in all different shapes and sizes, including how big of a box we are content to live in. Not that there is anything wrong with certain type of boxes, they provide content and contentment, and I guess we cannot all be trampling and trotting the globe at the same time, or we might spin out of our orbit. But what is this gnawing in my chest