Not Traveling

I had a friend tell me that he makes it a point now not to travel. His idea is that if you can't be happy at home you won't be happy anywhere else. I like that idea, I think it's the approach I've taken the last year or so. One of my many discarded manuscripts is from a year ago, cleverly titled Making Minnesota Mine. And it was like an Eat, Pray, Love but at home. The challenge of finding yourself and starting over in familiar settings instead of exotic ones (a problem I always had with Gilbert's book).

The one thing I love about travel is knowing that there are so many different ways to live your life. Right now, someone is seeing this very view from the platform at Central Hounslow. If I had hopped on the London flight last night, this could have been my view at this very moment, too. Sometimes I forget that I have that kind of freedom but it sure is nice to think of now and then. Surely it's easier to be happy wherever you are if you can remember that simply by being there you're exercising a choice?