The appetite and the territory are one thing
Because Venus sits in Sagittarius in your 9th house, what you want and where you want it are the same, and nothing here needs translating. Distance, meaning, the unfamiliar country, the argument about how to live: all of it is straightforwardly enjoyable to you rather than aspirational.
This is one of the more contented places a Venus can sit, and its difficulty is the flat stretch. Without somewhere to be going or something to be working out, you deflate at a rate that has nothing to do with how comfortable your circumstances are.
Belief is a pleasure rather than a duty
You enjoy having convictions: arguing them, revising them, finding somebody who holds the opposite and taking it seriously. The subject changes over the years and the appetite does not. That is a genuine and slightly unusual relationship with ideas, and it is worth feeding with real material rather than with whatever happens to be in front of you.
Teaching happens whether or not you meant it
You explain things with enough enthusiasm that people act on them, and a surprising number of the people around you have taken up something because of a conversation with you. Take a formal version of this at some point, since the informal one is happening anyway and the formal one would be better for everybody.
Somewhere abroad that is genuinely yours
There is usually a country or a culture you belong to in a way that has nothing to do with where you were born, and it shapes your cooking, your politics and your sense of what a good day looks like. Go back properly rather than always somewhere new, since the depth of that one attachment is worth more than another destination.
You believe the plan more than the arithmetic
Presented with an ambitious scheme you assess the possibility rather than the practicality, and you have committed to things that a careful person would have declined. Several of them worked. Ask one specific question before agreeing, about money or time, since your instinct supplies everything except the boring half.
You need a partner with their own horizon
What holds you is somebody who is going somewhere themselves, with their own subject and their own plans, rather than somebody who wants to come along with yours. The second arrangement flatters you and bores you within two years. Ask what they are aiming at, early, and take a vague answer seriously.
You take on more journey than body
Your appetite for going consistently exceeds what your constitution wants to do, and the bill arrives after rather than during. That is not a reason to go less; it is a reason to plan the recovery in. Put an empty week after anything substantial, booked at the same time as the trip itself.
Understanding one thing, not sampling forty
You have been almost everywhere and read almost everything, and it is entirely possible to arrive at the end with a great many impressions and no expertise at all. The correction is not to travel less. It is to return: the same country, the same author, the same argument, revisited until it is genuinely yours. Depth here is a matter of going back rather than of staying put.
Standing between two worlds, explaining each to the other
You are unusually effective where two systems meet: countries, disciplines, institutions that do not understand one another. The work that suits you has translation in it, not of language necessarily but of assumptions. Look for the post nobody else is quite qualified for because it sits between two things, since that gap is where your range becomes valuable rather than merely interesting.
The friends who will actually come
Your circle divides sharply into people who say yes to the plan and people who do not, and the first group has become your real social life almost without your deciding. That is a reasonable filter. Keep one friendship with somebody who never travels anywhere, since a life composed entirely of fellow departures has nobody in it who stays.