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Hi listeners, I'm David Wheeler and I have a story I want to tell you. A story that follows one man going about his usual drive.

So gather round and listen, close.

I drive around a lot, partly because of my work but mostly I drive because I can't imagine staying in one place.

It's not that I can't afford to settle down, I could if I wanted. It's just that I'm restless and ignoring that would be like ignoring who I am.

I knew ever since I was a kid in my hometown that my life wasn't meant for that, for a home, a family.

My mom is somewhat to blame, she was never right for parenting. She was a lot like me, restless and because that's who she was and because she had me, she was never happy.

I forced her to settle down and that ate at her every single day.

But I wouldn't turn out like her, I wouldn't let myself be eaten away. I remember when I first got my license I stole my mom's car and drove to another state.

I wasn't going anywhere, I was just moving, pacing, the mind likes to think and mind does it best when I'm on the road.

That's the only time I can ever think. I really only stop to get gas or to sleep. When I'm awake I'm moving. I have to be.

I mentioned my job, I'm sort of a delivery manager. I make sure several trucks get from point A to point B and then to point C and so on.

You'd think for how much I love to drive, I'd sign up as the middleman and drive the trucks myself and well, I was for a time.

But you see, truckers are required to take mandatory rests and despite what my manager called a great work ethic, it was technically illegal to drive 24 hours without sleep.

But to borrow a cliche, I guess I'm just built different. I could go one or two days easy. Driving is just second nature to me like breathing, automatic.

So I quit being a truck driver. If they were going to force me to sit still, I'd move on. But luckily with my time and the right connections I landed a manager's position.

Now all I have to do is make a few phone calls, track a few trucks and do some simple paperwork. The great thing about all that is I can do it while driving. And better yet, no mandatory rests.

Living on the road, I've seen a lot of places, some good, some bad, some so nice, I've been tempted to stay. But I don't.

The longer I stay in one place, the more it feels like I'm stuck on a treadmill. My legs are moving, but they're just biting time until the moment I step off and well, my patience runs dry.

That's what I think anyway. Ever since I got my new job, I've had a lot of time to drive, which means I've had a lot of time to think. And I've been thinking about what it's like to settle down, to sit still, and I can't wrap my head around it.

You know how some birds are always migrating? It's coded into their DNA. They're like no-mads. Some humans were no-mads too a long time ago. But then we started to form packs. But even packs of wolves move around, so why do we have homes? See, that's the part that doesn't make sense to me. How can you just sit there and hide? Maybe the code in their DNA is broken.

Maybe they just need someone to show them. Did you know more people die by suicide than a car crash? Let that one sink in.

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