movement for its own sake

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My friend Jennifer just stopped by my big green couch here at the coffee house. She’s about to move out to Scottsdale AZ, and stay in a friend’s condo while she looks for a job.

Now I want to move.. Not with Jennifer to Scottsdale, though I’ve no doubt as to Arizona’s loveliness. I’m talking another country here. England or Israel. Oxford or Yafo. A guest room, a block from the beach, waits for me. However, in Oxford, I would not have to learn a new language, much, though perhaps, as Shaw said, Americans and the British are separated by a common language.

But why move, just for its own sake? If you ask that, you’ve not lived in Cincinnati. You’ve not lived amidst a passel of simple-minded people whose only goal in life is to live in the right neighborhood, who aren’t curious about other places and people. Who figure that life is what happens to you, not what you do.

2 thoughts on “movement for its own sake”

  1. As a Jew I would not move to Great Britain or Europe. I’m not brave enough to risk my life there, where I am surrounded by people who may be anti-Jew. I’d move to Israel, where at least I’d be protecting the right of other Jews to come if they have need. (Let me emphasize that is my thinking, conformed to my needs; I am not advocating this course of action for you because your needs may be different from mine.)

  2. Isn’t the society you live in to some extent controlled by you?

    You don’t have to associate with the shallow class.

    On the other hand, I’ve lived in Cincinnati. Nice place, good food, but very uptight. (Maplethorpe, Flynt, etc)

    Sometimes you just need to go away to appreciate what you had, sometimes you just need to go away.

    my 2 cents.

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