Wherever You Go, There You Are
I told myself a few years ago that I was done with New York City. I was ready for a change—a new life, preferably in any urban area with a guy-to-girl ratio working in my favor.
Before buying my tickets to Alaska, a very smart lady stepped in and told me, “Wherever you go, there you are.”
It really didn’t matter where I was or would go, I realized: I’d be bringing all my baggage with me.
A friend recently picked up and moved to Spain. Sounds amazing, right? Turns out, she’s not all that thrilled. In fact, she’s antsy. She misses her friends. She misses—gulp—New York City. She is the same person with the same challenges; she’s just experiencing it all in exotic Spain.
I admit that I still fantasize about taking off and escaping the urban jungle. My latest dream destinations include an adobe hut in Santa Fe, a cottage in Vermont, and a farm co-op upstate. Who knows? In a few months I could change my blog title to Commune Dharma.
While any of these spots might make for a great vacation (Admit it! We all need a recharge every now and then), if I did decide to move I wouldn’t be escaping a thing. I need to find my urban zen right here where I am.
Go ahead and test my theory. Go away for at least 10 days. See if you miss your home.
The truth is, all you have to do is be the best you you can. Everything you need will automatically be attracted your way; no tickets or farm animals needed.
