Sometimes, I want to get on a plane and fly to Europe. I don't care what city it is in my fantasy, but when I truly cogitate on this matter, it's Paris. But let's go back to my fantasy: I fly to a European city. I disembark from the plane, grab a cab, and find a hotel. It's day time, and after I check in, I find a place to have coffee and to watch people. I do this and then stroll, trying to stay awake until it would be normal to fall asleep because I took the red eye to get here. I find something absolutely delicious to eat, something I cannot find at home. In Paris, it's a raspberry tart. In England, well, it's something edible! But I'm not sure about Italy or Spain. I'm waiting to find out.
But the next day, I start in with the life of the place, try to find the rhythm of the city. I rent a car, and then I forge into the surrounding area, learning new things. I'm alone throughout this, and I bet I'm lonely. I'm crying a lot, and that's part of the romance of this fantasy. But I'm not sure that I'm ever going back to the US. I've traveled all the way here, and I think I need to stay. I find a house to rent, and manage to change my work plans to accommodate this sudden and ridiculous and marvelous move. I merge into the culture and then live. I start to meet people. I find work, or even better, I write an amazing novel. My agent calls with a movie deal, and the money issues disappears like that. Poof! I'm happy.
This fantasy doesn't work for me in Africa or China or the Middle East because I have a lack of imagination. But I'm sure it would work for you. Any city will do.
Okay, there you have it. My little five minute survival guide for trying times. Yes, I know the saying "no matter where you go, there you are." Yes, I know all the wisdom about confronting your issues. But still. We all need our little bit of fantasy. Give it a go. Works for hives, arrested sons, fights with boyfriends.
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