a Friday question
Please raise your hand if you have ever gone on vacation and fallen in love with the place in which you were vacationing, and decided to move there.
And what stops you beyond the inertia of, “No, I belong here,” that place from which you departed for the vacation which – Bang!! – might be life-changing. The departing and arriving thing.
I write this from a perpsective of a gypsy/bedouin/wanderer life, colored with childishness and a whopping lack of internal responsibility. One of the Lost Boys. Why I have very little stuff and barely any money and have never owned a home, or been taken for a normal guy.
I don’t think the opening paragraph is a question of practical or romantic. It’s just a question – Have you ever gone on vacation and fallen in love with the place in which you were vacationing, and decided to move there?
No,I haven’t..
I fall in love with them…
But, not enough to move…
sandy
No, I haven’t, but that question is a great prompt for a blog regarding my specialty, moving to places sight unseen: Fort Kent, Maine; Brookings, South Dakota; Bismarck, North Dakota; Salem, Oregon. Might be awhile before I get to it thanks to my reckless joining of a theater troupe in Salem Mass–performing on the same stage where we played Lord High Chamberlain and Royal Wizard fifty years ago–through Halloween, but Thanks!