I sometimes dream of leaving my city for somewhere else, somewhere far away, on another country, or maybe on another continent, somewhere with warmer weather and warmer people, a place where to start a new life. Like California. I truly like to live somewhere close to the beach, to get up every morning and see the sunrise over the ocean waves, stretching myself out in the sun.
I’ve been there four times until now. What I liked in US were its amazing beautiful beaches. I was lucky to see both Coasts, Atlantic and Pacific’s. First time in Florida, when visiting some friends in West Palm Beach and second while visiting some relatives in Portland. Never been in California though. Maybe that will change this year if I win the lottery. I applied last autumn for the US visa lottery and I expect the results on May, the 4th. The chances are very small, there are millions of applicants every year for only 55 000 visas, but I don’t lose my hope. I’m an optimistic person.
Life is a hospital in which every patient is obsessed with changing beds: this one wants to suffer in front of the radiator, and that one thinks he’d get better if he was by the window”
said Charles Baudelaire more than 100 years ago. This man does understand me for sure. I feel like I’ll be way better in a different place, and this question of moving is one that I’m forever entertaining with my mind and soul.
Whenever I feel sad, lonely or simply bored with the monotony of life, I go to the nearest park, sit on a bench or directly on grass and meditate on how and why I have this urge to go far away, yet to remain somehow connected to this place, in the same time. For few hours I would sit there and bear internal conversations about the meaning of life in general and the purpose of my own life.
From the late eighteenth century onwards, it is no longer from the practice of community but
from being a wanderer that the instinct of fellow-feeling is derived. Thus an essential
isolation and silence and loneliness become the carriers of nature and community against the
rigours, the cold abstinence, the selfish ease of ordinary society.”
Raymond Williams, The Country and the City
I remember to have this habit in my childhood: I spent hours and hours reading about various countries, their citizens, language(s), customs and lifestyle and imagining how my life would have been if I was born there. Then, much later, after 20 years or so, I bought a CD called World Atlas and I would watch over and over again, listening to the specific country music. I fell in love with a country Samoa song and their natural and free lifestyle. Their music is so peaceful and relaxing, I would listen for hours. I found on you tube something similar for you. Enjoy!
p.s. How was your Sunday?