Bloom where you’re planted. I know, I know, I’ve done that.
However, I have the inescapable urge of living a year or two in a couple places not within my grasp.
These urges become stronger and stronger as life cements me more where I am.
Living in California, within its many satellites of pleasant climates, might seem like perfect harmony, but really I’ve become jaded with all the sun and decent weather.
I no longer notice how great it is. This jadedness even reveals, as it has to me, how imperative it is I be somewhere else. For me, it is the Pacific Northwest, where I am relocating permanently. I love it there. It feels like home.
However, I have always dreamed of living in a place with very pronounced seasons. The icy, snowy winters giving way to a welcomed Spring and sweltering hot summers embracing the cooler days of Fall. I want to know what thats like.
I also reflect on how it would be to live in one of the great food cities of the world. Right in the middle of it. Yes, I think about this.
Now with that said, I do not want to live in these places permanently, only for maybe a year or two. But a full year or two. Visiting is not enough. I want entrenchment. I want to know what it means to live there. The good and the bad. I want the experience.
Personally, these places would be New England, Connecticut or Maine, for the seasons.
And Paris for the food, both the elegant and street fare noshings at their best. Oh and the macarons from the patisserie…OMG.
Of course all of this will never happen, but it’s fun to think about. I also feel a bit of wanderlust is essential to the creative mind.
So I’ll keep wandering, in my dreams.
Where would you live?
(Wasn’t this better than ranting about the economy, because that’s what almost happened?)
What I Was Blogging About One Year Ago Today: A Holiday Wish