Travel expands the mind. Going different places shows you how much is possible. It expands one's vision of the world.
And then if you stick around a bit, it all contracts again.
I can look out my window right now and there are plenty of wonders; red tiled roofs, intricate decorations climbing into the hills where queens once wintered, frills and colors seemingly tossed around just for the joy of it.
What investor would allow such madness now?
But that's just it really. These aren't the buildings they make now.
I don't mean to be sour.
I like most things better here.
It is a great and oft repeated truism that you can't leave yourself behind. If you go somewhere, or move somewhere, it's still just you.
Or, wherever you go, there you are.
But it may be a bit less reported that wherever you go, people are there too.
People.
People are full of an infinite possibility.
But mostly, they don't.
