The Transformative Power of Places

Boston frog pond

I always associate places with monumental, life-changing events. It’s like the photo library of my brain is organized not by album title, but by location. Boston, Hakodate, NYC, Boston again. Surely there’s some rule that says you must be on a trip—preferably alone—to have an epiphany.

Why is it that other places, no matter how far the physical location is, evoke a feeling of truthfulness just by being somewhere not-here? The same questions I ask myself day after day, that keep me up at night, are suddenly made sense of just by being under a different skyline.

Maybe it’s the feeling of accomplishment that comes with traveling solo: I planned, I boarded the plane, I found my luggage in an airport where all the signs were in Japanese. Maybe it’s just having the quiet time alone with yourself. Eating a morning croissant and coffee at a local cafe with just yourself as company. Don’t get me wrong—it’s not lonely being alone. It just is. And it just seems to clear my head enough to pave the way for big changes, big shifts.

 

  • Kay

    I do find that being alone tends to be the time for epiphanies and those big life changing thoughts that happen on occasion. I haven’t traveled enough for that to be a factor, but alone time is a wonderful thing. I completely agree that being alone and lonely are not the same thing; they are extremely different in fact. As an adult (and I think especially since becoming a mum), I cherish my alone time more than ever.

    Also, love the simplified look around here!

    • It still baffles me that even some adults look down on “alone time.” I’ve definitely come to be more accepting and less antsy about it now that I’m older, but maybe it’s also part of the introvert in me, too.

      (And thank you! It was time to freshen up and do some “spring cleaning”. This is at least a start :D)