Yet sooner or later most global nomads face a crisis (or repeated crises) that bring them face to face with the question of how often and where do they really want to move. How restless are they? Why do they feel that way? Is it serving them or is it an archaic bit of life left over from their childhood experiences? It took me until my late twenties to acknowledge the deep sense of rootlessness and insecurity that my "exotic" overseas life masked. I'm still in the process of trying to figure it all out. Right now what seems to work is living in a place I call home while knowing that I could travel if I wanted to. Pretty soon I will have been in Seattle for three years. . the longest I've lived anywhere since I was nine. . and I'm curious to see how that will feel.