Matt Forsythe

He did not think of himself as a tourist; he was a traveler.

The difference is partly one of time, he would explain. Whereas the tourist generally hurries back home at the end of a few weeks or months, the traveler belonging no more to one place than to the next, moves slowly over periods of years from one part of the earth to another.

Indeed he would have found it difficult to tell among the many places he had lived precisely where he felt most at home.

Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky.

I dont identify more with one than the other, I just think its a beautiful passage.