We’re both living in our own paradises this year. #1 has to go back in not so long from now. #2 has no end date in sight.
But we’ve both noted that paradise seems to make us happier and more mellow.
Part of that I am sure is the weather. It’s hard to be sad when the sun is shining and your toes are neither too hot nor too cold. And #2’s Bad Place really did seem to be trying to kill her. Like literally, with allergies and pneumonia and stuff.
And the food is always good. And the libraries are awesome so there’s always something to read. And there are lots of cool people around to socialize with if we want to socialize. And nobody is talking about how awesome Donald Trump is. It’s really easy to think that all is right with the world.
It’s not that bad stuff doesn’t happen. Papers and grants still get rejected. But that somehow doesn’t seem like such a big deal.*
#1 wishes there were a job for her in paradise. But it isn’t like I was unhappy where we normally live. It’s just so much easier to be happy here. It’s like that nothing really matters feeling you get with middle age coming even faster. It’s easier to focus on the important stuff– comes automatically instead of with effort. I think we would live longer if we lived out here.
Does where you live affect how you view the world? Are you happier living in different places?
*Personal tragedies are still just as tragic as they were when we were living elsewhere. But the stuff that can be not sweated, well, why sweat?