Recently I’ve been giving a lot of thought about where I live and where I want to live. What makes a place a place? What makes somewhere so fun to be or work? What draws us to places and what keeps us there? Could it be the city that is so energetic? Or could it be the nature that makes us feel alive? How do we decide where to live?
Everywhere I’ve lived, I have a special connection to. But there’s always one thing about going back to old places you lived. Sure it can be nice to see old spots you used to hangout in. Or your old work or school or house. It’s nice reminiscing about how you lived there or how you spent your time there. However, you would never live there again. Why is this? Here’s my theory.
Let’s go back to one of my original…
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