Tuesday, January 02, 2007

I have a recurring daydream which surfaces periodically, usually provoked by a story or picture depicting the lure of a world somehow different than my own. What would it be like, I wonder, to live somewhere new, where no one knows me, where nothing has been given the chance to grow boring and mundane?

The other day I was listening to NPR and they were interviewing random people who live on Route 50, an interstate stretching from the Pacific to the Atlantic. As each new interviewee answered questions and revealed their perspective, my mind began to wonder what my life would be like if I lived in Eureka, Nevada or Leawood, Kansas? What job would I have? Who would I know? Who would people think I was? It always seems so much more adventurous and quixotic than my own predictable life.

I always feel guilty when I think like this, because I'm actually quite happy and feel confident that I couldn't, and wouldn't, leave the world I know, no matter how tempting the mysterious unknown.

Concurrently, I am reminded of the blessed ties that bind; my loving husband, friends I cannot imagine losing, and a family I already miss.

The romance of the unknown pales in comparison to my treasured witnesses, the ones who are there to see and listen to the mundane details of my life, to verify that I experience, grow, change, exist.


Casi said...

Wow, you have such a talent for writing. It really was a crime for keeping us waiting so long. But I am glad you are back. :)
I had a very similar daydream yesterday. As I was listening to a Kenny Chesney song ("She's From Boston") I was wondering what my life would be like living on an island in the Caribbean.
And as tempting as Leawood, Kansas might be- you better not leave! :) If so, I am going too!

Lisa said...

beautiful. I'll trade you places if you want. I'll work in your office and you can listen to daniel fart

Daniel Kenobi said...

hahaha....stupid lisa