During my brief travels in
“The foot is slipperiness. To walk is easy, just go.”
I’m always tempted to justify my vagabond shoes when I hear saying such as this. Viewing life through the pages of a National Geographic seems to no longer be sufficient for me, perhaps for my generation: we feel the overwhelming desire to experience the places that once only existed in books. Our knowledge of the world’s vast cultures has expanded further than any other generation thanks to the internet, habitat destruction and Angelina Jolie's adopting habits. We’ve gained the ability to easily access the remotest places on earth, something that simply did not exist for any other generation.
And while I believe that travel is an inherently “good” thing, it has become our default means of life expectations. We wander until our late thirties or early forties because we view settling down as settling for a lesser life. Kids remaining in the town of their pre-collegiate education are viewed as failures. Why rush into the rest of your life, right?
Recently, I read a book by Durhamite Jonathan Wilson-Hartgrove entitled, The Wisdom of Stability, and the content rang (mostly) true. The author posited that perhaps our call to go forth doesn’t necessarily have to lead us to the Louvre or the capitals of the
And so we bought a house in a transitional neighborhood in
This blog will highlight the best of
Until then…
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