I stayed in one place, or maybe two places, until I was about 31 and never wanted to leave the British Isles for any reason and rarely did. Totally dedicated to my own cosmology; just couldn't see the point in going anywhere else. Too much to see in the British Isles. But for some reason I started taking notice of people telling me that it might do me good or something and went on a 6 week jaunt and got uprooted. Since then I've been a-travelling and can't settle down and now 'm just way down some journey and not easily able to get back (help! o/). Mexico is just round the corner, so...may as well I suppose. I'm a bit short sighted but I tink I got a vision here somewhere.