There is something attractive about the comforts and trappings of domestication when I've been without it long enough. But then realize when I've enjoyed it for too long, usually when household cleanliness becomes too much of an obsession either for me or others. To me that is a sign that I've rested long enough, and overlooking the true signifigance of a habitat. When domesticity gets in the way of me living life to the point of depression its time to go. One day I gave some thought to the purpose of nomadism and human nature when after Hurricanes Katrina and Rita hit. A friend brought up a good point about people in the United States living where they shouldn't be living. "England is built on a rock" she cited "its stable, if there is and Earthquake it won't matter"....although she is kinda crazy, it made sense....and lead me to consider how the Native Americans used to wander with the seasons. I think its natural to rove wherever it feels safe and comfortable. Thats just working in accordance to nature. 600 years ago, for example, the land where New Orleans sits was probably great to be at this time of year, but the people who went there to enjoy the weather, probably didn't stay for the hurricanes. Why stay in one place when the comfort becomes a monotanous rut, leaving doesn't mean you can't come back to re-enjoying all the things you miss, when you go find new things.