Saturday, May 29, 2010

when your world shrinks shrinks shrinks

Many of my closest friends in Syria go out two or three times a week, maybe once a day on a busy week, but I'd guestimate they spend about 90% or more of their time at home. They've never indicated to me that they resent that. They seem to like having a bustling home full of family members, old and baby and everyone in between, guests coming and going, and sisters who are also the bestest of friends. Their world is small, but the television expands their world, and friends like me who spend so much of our time exploring also expands their world. It's not a bad way to live. They get to know a few things intimately, to a level of depth that's almost foreign to me.

That's very different from my life, where I'm in a new country every couple of months, getting out, seeing things, exploring, meeting people, doing an assortment of activities. So much so that now, when I visit a new city, I'm strangely content to sit in the hotel and enjoy the pool, or catch up with friends on the Internet, or watch a film. It doesn't bother me so much when I leave a lovely place without having seen the marvels it offers. I've still seen the hotel, the streets surrounding my office, and an assortment of new friends and coworkers.

That being said, my world has now grown almost as small as that of the aforementioned friends in Syria. I live across the street from my office, and with the security rules I don't go anywhere very often. When I go, I'm in a car with many other people, and then I come straight back home. I suppose it's good, because I enjoy my small world. But it's strange to not have an overload of stimulants hitting my brain!

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