A Mere Traveler

Yesterday, as I was about to lay my head on the pillow, a queer feeling permeated every vein of mine. I immediately racked my brain to find out what the feeling said. A few moments later, I inferred that it was only telling me that I had been a mere traveler up to now. I was born in Tangiers towards the end of November of 1986. I lived in this city for six years until I turned six. In 1993, I moved to Azerouadou, a southern village, the place where my father was born. It was there where I entered my primary school. I was seven then. As soon as my primary schooling was over, I moved to Tafraout where I began my schooling as both a middle school student and a high school student. When I got my Baccalaureate in 2006, I moved to El Jadida, a city in the middle. It was there where I entered university. I spent two years studying there and in 2008, I moved to the south again, for I had to receive my training in Agadir teacher training center. I graduated there in 2009, and three months later, I was appointed to a remote place next to the sand dunes. It was Zagora city. After spending two years in Zagora as a teacher, I moved to Sidi Ifni city, a new place of work for me though it is nearer to my hometown compared to Zagora. I may account for the queer feeling that I have been a mere traveler by comparing and contrasting Tangiers, Zagora, El Jadida, Sidi Ifni, Agadir, Tafraout, Azerouado. No way to compare, but only to contrast! I am sure many of you have gone through the same experience.