So, in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve put up a new image header. It’s a picture of the coast of Santorini, in the Greek isles. I went there with my mom a few summers ago, and it was one of the most exquisite places I’ve ever been in my life, maybe even beating the Cinque Terre. I can only imagine what the quality of life is like in a place like that. Sure, most of their business is a result of tourism, but that’s not such a bad way to live. Peak season must be a total pain in the ass, but I would think that the local population feel a sense of pride with the massive influx of visitors each season. “Yes,” they think, “this place is truly amazing.”
Whenever I travel to a place like this, I always imagine myself living there. What would it be like? Would I feel disconnected? Or would I be able to form a comfortable, contented, beautiful life in a place like this? I like to think that I could. Because I like to think that at some point, when I’ve had enough of the New York life for a while, I could just pick up and move somewhere like that for a while. Not completely leave my life behind, but just try something new for a while. Learn to live in a different way than the New York bubble I’ve become so accustomed to. There is, after all, much more out there.
Then again this is just a dream. Chances are 5 years from now I’ll be doing pretty much the same thing I’ve been doing the past year. Part of me kind of hopes so. But then I look at that picture you see above. (Sigh.)
