Saturday, December 31, 2005

How Come Our Special Place is Never Where We Are?

I really should be in bed. It's 2 a.m. and I'm starting to get philosophical. Not a good sign.

I was going through my email (don't even let me begin to tell you how that's all screwed up because of adware...ahhh...another story for another time) and in my writing group, they were talking about wanting to be in certain places and one of the members asked why is it that our special place is never where we are?

Quite an interesting subject.

When I was young, I traveled a great deal. When I married, my husband and I traveled somewhat. But, for the last twenty years, I have stayed in the same area. It's not the kind of area I envision my dream place to be, but if that is so, why have I stayed here?

There is a big wide world out there with loads of possible destinations in which to hang up my hat, but why is it that I've given up on the hope of ever getting there?

I think it's my age. I'd love to live somewhere else but do you realize what that would involve? Relocating is not for the faint of heart. Or is that feint? I don't know, but I do know that I've become somewhat "settled" in my boomer chick life, and besides that, my special place changes so much that just settling for where I am now seems to be my non-intentional destination to hang that proverbial hat.

Just last year, I wanted to live in the mountains of Tennessee. Last week, I was actually contemplating moving to Las Vegas. What is going on here?

Hm...let's see...mountains, desert, mountains, desert.

Now you see why I've stayed in the same place for the last twenty years? I can't make up my mind!

I think, though, that people envision these special places to live as a means of an escape. It's nice to think of wonderful places to live and we let our imagination take us there, but is that the way life really is? Is the grass really greener on the other side?

I don't know. I'll probably stay here for the rest of my life, dreaming of places to live, but you know, I think the real truth of the matter is we're never happy with where we are and that's why we travel to different places, trying new things out and the end results are we are never satisfied. Never happy. Once we get to our dream destination, it's never really the same as we envisioned it, is it?

Well, it's time to nod off for the night. Night John Boy.


  1. One gypsy to another, I hear ya. 'Night Mary Ellen.

  2. LOL! For me, it's beach ... desert ... beach ... desert. :)

  3. I don't see where relocating is that hard if you don't have any ties. It's just a matter of making it happen. I wish I had acted years ago instead of waiting, but nothing will stop me from getting to Colorado now. It may not happen on my timetable, but by golly it will happen. ;)

    For me it's not about runnig FROM anything, it's about running TO something. I won't be happy until I can look out my window and see the Rocky Mountains every morning.

    I wish you peace for the coming year. May you find what it is you seek.

  4. I hear ya, Dot. My dilemma is between mountains & the plains. Ada (Oklahoma) or Eureka Springs.

    One or t'other it will be. If I have my way, it'll be Eureka Springs, but that requires not only money to move but a job. Neither of which I have.

    So, yeah, I think your idea about the non-intentional destination has some merit.

  5. FTS - awesome comment! I couldn't agree more.

    Happy new year to you!

  6. I wanna be in a cabin on some mountain with my laptop, plenty in the fridge and nothing else. No screaming kids. No DH. Just let me write in peace for about two weeks and I'd be happy.



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