Why i should not stay at home

When i was around 5 years old i fled my home with my best toys to see the world, at that time the world was the end of the street down the square in my village. I couldn't go much farther, the night was coming and i needed to search for shelter in a friend’s house, it didn't took long for my parents to find me in my friend’s house.
Now I'm here in Ostrava, finishing my paper for Nursing Ethics, bored to dead, when i find somewhere in internet this offer from World Nomads.
I read everything needed for participating, and then I realize I’m just in the end of my Erasmus experience. The feeling I had when i was travelling from several cities in trips and hitchhiking, just for this 3 months, was to write, write write, but i didn't have the time, i needed to go, 'now for the next destination!', and i went, Berlin, Budapest, Vienna, Krakow, Prague.., and now I still need to visit the rest of Europe, but I need to comeback to Portugal.
As a Portuguese I used to think I live in the beginning of Europe, but now I realize I live in the end of Europe, It’s the same thing I found when I was 5 years old, there is more world to see, and I must keep going for it.
And I’ve seen landscapes and monuments that almost made tears escape from my eyes, the world is so beautiful that staying at home just doing nothing, is losing the world. I found the world while wondering through the streets at night of Berlin, Budapest, Prague Vienna and Krakow, losing myself on purpose, finding things by surprise.
The most beautiful things I've ever seen, I didn't expect to see them, i was most of the time lost, that was what made me always wanting to lose myself.
In this short text-box I am requested to write my travel story, but my travel story is my life, every time have free time I flee from my home town by bike or car and go to some place I don't know, and everywhere, there is a hidden beautiful place to see, a landscape to stare for hours.
I recently read Henry Miller wanderings trough Paris, i now find myself looking not just for the pretty parts of the cities, but looking for the personality of the walls and ruins, the atmosphere of the night, the silence of the empty yellow light streets, to smell the dirtiest place and the pissed corners of a capital, and at daylight, go there again to be surrounded by tourists instead of drunk people and prostitutes.
I have to return home from Czech Republic in few days, good thing I have Another Erasmus in Italy from next September to January.