You'd think that someone who has moved once across Canada and then again across the Atlantic Ocean in under three years would at least be aware of the self-evident wisdom I'm about to vomit here, but APPARENTLY NO. It took bouncing out of bed this morning and thinking, "Hurray, a new day!" and running through a mental list of all the pleasurable
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I'm dealing with some similar (albeit grossly simiplified) issues re: adventure from some of my undergrads, who are in the appropriate stages of "oh shit my future" panic and come to visit me for advice. I hear the "I guess I'll go to grad school because I want to have adventures in new and exciting places" line a lot, which just makes me say, "Then travel!" To which the implied reply they always dance around but can never properly articulate is, "But there's no dignity in just travelling - there's dignity in going someplace for a practical reason." To which I think, "There's no dignity in being terrified and alone and mourning your practical life choices millions of miles from anyone who could give a shit, either." But I don't say that last bit.
I think that one of the reasons I had issues here (and in Vancouver, although it wasn't as pronounced there) for so long was because I couldn't find a site in which to reconcile similarities and differences. When I first moved here, I was shocked that everything was so different. To deal with it, I regarded everything as incredibly exotic, which 'allowed' it to be different. Then all the similarities bothered me. It wasn't until I started looking at things from the perspective of ordinary, stupid human idiosyncrasies that I stopped being surprised and, like you mentioned, could just be ordinarily, stupidly happy.
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