In Israel, we have this super famous singer named Chava Alberstein. She’s surprisingly well known outside of Israel too. She’s got this one song called “London” in which she describes that she’s going to London and she’ll be so busy shopping, strolling through the different and exotic, dining out, and attending high-class entertainment venues. At the end of the chorus she says something genius and profound,“London’s not waiting for me. There, also, I’ll be alone.”
And she’s right. We can get as busy as we want, as productive and time-management-y as we wish, but we are who we are wherever we’ll be. Same shit different day. Same me different continent. Yes, and no. Yes, because I can’t escape who I am and what gnaws at in the silent chambers of my soul no matter how far I go. No, because when you travel, you’re not busy with carpool, cleaning the house, running errands, and being productive trying to scotch-tape the breaking pieces of your life in place. And no because when you travel slowly, you’re not busy with logistics, seeing all the sights, and all the flotsam and jetsam of being on the move, and you can do some serious dream-come-true-making through mental, physical, and spiritual renunciation that you simply could not back home.
So, we went to London many years ago, eons before the kids were born, once with my little brother while chasing our favorite rock star Mika, and yes, we want to go again with the kids for our newest insanity plan. [...]