Journeys seem to start from the very childhood.
Well, actually, a tiny baby is lying in its crib, wiggling its toes and fingers, moving its eyes, traveling around its warm shelter. It is like the first journey, isn't it? Then we move down the crib, migrate with our relatives. Now on all fours around mummy, further and further from our home, trespassing our world's limits.
And some cannot stop until they reach cosmic spaces. Some are satisfied with their house radius: home-school-office - dacha.
Аnd why is it so, I can't tell. Maybe, everybody does his work and has his own radius within which he/she travels.
And this is a good thing.
Aleksander Ivanov