I can't really put into words how this sounds in my mind.
The trigger is this: I had a really nice conversation with Ikram last night, about... the power of the mind (hah hah). And basically at the end of it, he made me realize that reality is highly contextualized.
In exact, right now Bangi and friends from Bangi seem like a little fluff of fantasy, a 'maybe' a 'once was' and not really very real to me. Baltimore is my reality. Yet in 2 months (can't wait can't wait!insyaAllah), I will step off the plane, the sun will hit my eye like an obese whale and I will think "God it's hot here!" and I'll forget there was once a place that I lived in, that had a blizzard and had flaky temperature shifting from 29C to 10C overnight... I'll forget I had a room in that darling house (sometimes the very definition of loneliness, when Sarah's not around)...
And Baltimore will in turn be that little fluff of fantasy, a 'maybe' a 'once was' and no longer real to me.
Isn't that so trippy? I think so.
If Lili is reading this, and I doubt she is, there's a myth that I know, that I thought of while running just now. Me and her putting on different shades of lipstick at Krispy Kremes...
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I echo your sentiments friend. I've often wondered if it's really the mind's amazing ability to adjust to these 'realities', or its equally amazing ability to forget the other 'contextual' existences. Maybe both.
Arriving at a new place for the first time always has that refreshing, somewhat care-free (since you have no strings attached to the place as yet) alien feeling. Later on when you do adjust, life back home sounds almost like a false memory, almost...alien.
After 'growing up' in Sharjah, I was crippled with the fear of returning home only to 'adjust' and lose that maturing traveler's frame of mind. Naturally, that's what happened. Guess there's no escaping the grips of 'reality' as Ikram puts it!
Ok so it wasn't the grips of reality L'homme spoke about, it was the power of the mind, and awer, such as. Lol.
Yea I think that's what I love most about traveling to a new place. It's a bit scary because it is foreign terrain and no one knows your name and no one would realize that you fell down the drain...(unintended rhyme)
But at the same time that you're nobody to everyone there, you can be anybody you want. You could be so much friendlier, or so much grumpier, or whatever you want really. It's like a real escape from yourself.
And then of course there's just the act of traveling (i.e. taking a mode of transportation) that is bizarre. Like you take off then land in two completely different places. From somewhere everyone looks like you, to a place where no one looks like you... etc.
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