Hes sure this is the permanent course his life will take, there is no alternative, and no room for complaints.
But if he has no choice, why doesn't this urge to settle down cease? He wants to stay put, have a home, have roots. His parents always been afraid to stop, to stay put. They have always feared the thought of growing accustomed to life in one place, and slowly but surely watch the years fly by. But this life isn't a permanent adventure. This teenager isn't so easily amused. Hes exhausted, hes tired, hes alone. How long until he can have a home?How long until he has friends; friends he doesn't have to say farewell to. Homeless, foreign and confused, again. Its sad that this life has become routine.
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