I’m not talking about a visit to the grocery store or gas station to get a fresh pack of cigarettes (gatorade, can of chew, bubble gum, head of lettuce, insert your item of choice here). I’m refering to the last place you went on vacation or took a business trip to. Someplace you had to literally put some effort into getting to in order to experience. I just got back from Phoenix on a golf trip with some really good friends. We do this every year. We’ve been going to Phoenix now for the last three years. And each year I tell myself, “I could live out here all the time. The weather is beautiful, the scenery is beautiful, everything about this place is beautiful.” We used to take this trip to the Carolina’s when it first started a dozen years ago. We quit going there because we got tired of the rain chasing us away. Even so, I thought the Carolina’s were a beautiful place to be. Lush, green, warm and inviting. This past summer we went to the Grand Teton’s and Yellowstone National Parks. The whole family found this to be a beautiful place to be. My wife still dreams, months later, of packing up the household and moving out there full time.
But what makes everywhere other than where we live, day in and day out, so much more attractive than where we are now? Do we just become so oblivious to the things around us on a day-to-day basis that we lose sight of why we live where we do? Does the drive to work become so automatic that you don’t recognize the stand of deer in the empty corn field 15 feet off the road? The blazing colors of the sunrise (sunset) as you travel the same route home again today? Why aren’t we packing up and heading off to that better place we visited? Is life such a routine when we are home that the only time we truly “come to life” is when we are stirred by some other, unfamiliar stimuli? I need answers!