IT CANNOT BE CALLED TRAVELLING 

Adopting a new place to live brings a lot of changes while the background and the memories of the hometown remain intact. I consider memories as an attaching line to the past background; whether they are pleasant to remember or not we are carrying them around.

Feelings of not belonging to your own country make you move anywhere else, even somewhere that you also do not belong. 

I do not want to state that I did not choose anywhere.

I chose to leave. So it cannot be called travelling as there is no home anywhere.