The next best thing to time travel

Minneapolis feels like Europe today. Or maybe I am getting better at feeling like I am in a new location without having to go too far. Last week at work I mentioned that often I wished that when I walked out of work at the end of the day, it would be London outside. British people bustling around, eating chips and going to the pubs, hurrying to make it to the tube. When I woke up this morning I thought it was Prague - there was a cool breeze blowing right through my room and a woman smoking a cigarette in the back window of the brick building across the yard. It's interesting to be at a point in my life where I have lived in enough places to be confused when I wake up. It used to be sort of disturbing, but has turned into a feeling of excited comfort. For the last year or two I have been thinking about how nice it would be to live in one place for awhile -I have moved every summer for the past seven years. The last month has taught me that it wasn't the moving that was making me tired, it was the moving to apartments I didn't really like that was making me sick. In fact, collecting environments is effing fantastic. I will be ready to stop moving around some day, but not today.