C. Wanderer

Tiger-Lillie's Lounge, Steelridge (69.5001,203.737,85.7586)

Some of us, myself included, are textbook definitions of "wanderers." I've been one all my life.

It's not that I don't like boxes. I am intrigued by them and can walk into one for a moment and even appreciate what the box does.

It's just that in the next moment, when someone tells me I must maintain the box from the inside, I am flinging my arms to get out of it like a swimmer trying to get to the surface before he runs out of air!

I get bored quickly. Staying put for too long feels like drowning.

The journey feels like freedom.