Vagabond Tendency

I have this innate, driven, unexplainable desire to go. I find it continually difficult in present, future, and as I look back, past conditions to become stagnant.I run like sand through fence I've made in this city, in my mind.
Does it make sense that I've been in the same spot for almost twenty years?
Maybe I just dream of great heights and new places and roaming the earth. I know it's coming. In a few months, I'll be roaming the earth, living in places I've never even seen and living with people I don't know. My soul feels at rest knowing that I'll be living out of a backpack for months. I feel peace knowing that I won't be in the same spot for more than a few months. Somehow, it feels like I've been waiting twenty years to start to live.I should have started sooner. I could have gone out in my city, the people I love...I have, I do. A little.
But I feel like I'm waking up from being asleep for a very long time.
I don't quite know where to go other than somewhere I'm not. It seems like the logical step.
It's like a curse, this vagabond tendency. And yet, the more I pursue it, the more I find wrapped up inside the real thing I'm pursuing: Jesus.
He keeps enticing me, telling me: "Come and follow Me". I can't stay away. I tried. Oh, how I tried. I fought violently, I wandered aimlessly and I was dying.
He whispers me to come, and I come running. My vagabond tendency leads me into His arms and I fill my footsteps across the earth with one goal: Following Him at all costs.