I have never been a person who can stay put. I have moved a total of 21 times in my life. I’ve lived in seven major metropolises and I have managed to spend the majority of my life as a nomad. It has now been four years since I was a real nomad, i.e. no job, no apartment and nothing but the open road. I’m starting to go crazy. Maybe that’s why I chose to work at a travel magazine? At least I can travel to distant places in my head.

I wonder when this bug will leave me; even though I have just relocated yet again, not having left the country in almost a year is driving me a bit batty. I yearn for the responsibility-free days of college where I packed up my sweats, took my entire bank account and bought a one-way ticket to London and just let the chips fall where they would. Although, now that I’m a little older, I generally want the chips to fall in a hotel without cockroaches and a place where I don’t have to share a room with 17 other people. Some might call that getting older; I just call it getting wiser.

No matter the outcome, I still can’t seem to stay put. What is wrong with me? I suppose there is just too much to see and too many people to meet for me to stay in one place.

— Carla Guzzetti, account executive

** Carla is new to Global Traveler and we welcome her aboard!**