Awhile back I began to notice this fascination in certain people with faraway exotic places. They rave, gush and drool whenever someone else mentions a place that they haven’t visited. I understand that it’s a temporary extraction from the everyday familiarities that can dull one’s senses. It’s something I think is basic and necessary to the core of existence.
Then the conversation begins to steer towards something I hadn’t expected. I begin to get the hint and undertone of a belief. The belief that if they relocate permanently to a new place their problems would vanish. Their intrinsic flaws eliminated. It would be a blank slate. I believe that a person can and must adapt to new settings. But to become something completely different? I can’t swallow that. To be that malleable a person as an adult means the individual has no center to begin with. In my personal opinion this person wouldn’t be very interesting when stripped of colorful settings.