So I spent last weekend visiting Houston. I haven’t been there for, oh, 4 years. The last time I was there was the summer between my two years in Michigan; about a year before I left to Switzerland. A lot has changed in my life… and not that much has changed there.
It’s worth noting that in the time since I was last in Houston… I learned an entire language. I find that amazing. When I left Michigan I was 20, and barely knew a word of German. Coming back 3-4 years later, I’m somewhere around proficient.
Early on, I feel I often lamented some of the lifestyle there as exactly the kind of thing I was looking to avoid. They seemed too localized, and self-restrained to stay in Texas for the remainder of their lives. It was exactly what I didn’t want to be: stuck here for the rest of my life.
But going back reminded me of a lot. it’s amazing how travel reminds you to be human. If you stay in one place too long, you get too involved in it. For me right now, I work, more or less full time. There isn’t much else in Florida right now that occupies me, so it’s easy to get caught up in work… as the primary focus of my day to day life.
But travel, even to somewhere like Houston where my memories aren’t entirely positive, wakes you up. It reminds you that you’re human, with more to your life than just going to work and doing a job each day. Come to think of it, I wonder if that’s not a reason that Americans aren’t more open. Holidays are comparatively limited here, and free time is a luxury that many don’t partake in. It’s pretty common to work 2-3 jobs all at once, and have just enough time off to sleep. If you can’t remind yourself to be human, you get caught up in the race.
And that’s what I wonder about my cousins. 2 out of 3 have a hard time even imagining leaving Texas. They’ve never taken the time to really consider it. And the eldest is now graduating, and is probably set in place for a good long time.
The funny thing is that, to some extent, they still look up to my life. I was the one who visited every year or two as they grew up, with stories from a long way away. As we became teenagers, I talked about what was trendy out in the world, the nightlife, the music, the clubbing. the adventures (such as they were) with the opposite sex. They lived in Texas suburbia, unimaginable distance from the wild urban life I was leading. And… our lives have continued down this trend. 4 years later, they still look up to my life somewhat.
I find this ironic considering my social life took a nose dive since moving here to Florida, but it’s still more established and adventurous than theirs. Before, I didn’t want much to do with them because they were so… “mono”, I suppose the term is. But now, I want to bring them to Europe, or Asia, and open their eyes.
Yes this is very rambly, and doesn’t have much point. But it’s a blog post, so I will let it be.
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