On roots and wings

I recently finished reading the amazing and highly recommendable "Just Kids" by Patti Smith. It is not a novel and not an autobiographie, but it's a tale of love, friendship, art and the long and rocky road to finding a place for yourself in the world. (I know this might sound cheesy now, but you should really pick it up, it is so beautifully written and full of wisdom)
Among many other quote- and memorable sentences, this one in particular struck me:
"You can't have both, roots and wings."
This of course is written in the context of an artist's biography and on the journey, said artist travelled.
But for me, this instantly struck me as a mantra for my life and the lives of so many other people I know who come from a bi- or multi-cultural background.
I grew up in a way, many people with parents from different parts of the world did (in my case, this would be Germany and Saudi Arabia) - I was born some place now no longer significant for my family or my day-to-day life, then spent a few years of my childhood in a country very different from where I was born, learned the language, my way with the extensive family there and made some friends for life. Then there was more moving, again to a foreign land, mother's homeland this time, again there was a new language to learn and new friends to be made. By that time, I was ten years old. I had to fit into a new school, a new social system and deal with the loss of my old world(s).
Ever since these very first years, I find myself constantly struggling. Where do I belong? Why don't I belong? Why is everything always so very much out of place? Or is it me, who is out of place? I had always battled - and still battle - this strange longing to be close to my family, to settle, either here or there, the warmth of an arabic familiar embrace, the comfort in staying - and on the other hand the urgent desire to run, run fast and far away, embrace the world, see, experience and reach as much as I possibly can and leave behind what I at times consider too closed-up, too narrow.
From first thinking it would be a teenage phase, soon over inshallah, to true despair and depression over this in my early twenties, I now, at almost 33, begin to understand that trying to combine these two forces, might not end very happily or successfully. Eventually, and this is where Patti Smith comes in again, you will have to decide - roots or wings.
In my case, I'm guessing it will be more the wings. My friends have been joking for a long time that I have gipsy blood and therefor have to keep moving, no matter what. Personally, I prefer,  what a friend, who's still very dear to me, once said - that he and I were the proverbial Rebels without a clue.
As hard as these journeys might be - in Patti Smith's case, it ended quite happily and with an amazing career - eventually it pays off to decide. At least that is what it feels like at the moment.
So wings it is ...