A fter school yesterday, Roy wanted me to look up a book online. It was a biography of an adventurer, a relative of his teacher who had seen a lot of the world when it was a mite wilder than it is now. “He had itchy feet,” Roy explained. “That means he wanted to travel a lot.” He couldn’t know it, but he was explaining his exciting new idiom to the wrong person. For all of his ten years of life, we have lived in one place. We’ve only moved houses once when he was two and those homes were only a block apart. In his experience, our family is an archetype of stability and sameness where the seasons may change but the setting…