I call it the Holland Hangover in honour of my father-in-law. That feeling that you are in the perfect place at the perfect time, and it is the place you should always be. I sat in Yaletown (Vancouver), enjoying a high quality chai tea and a beautiful sunny day – no humidity. People were walking to their destinations, smiling in the lovely weather – and were out and about enjoying the city. I was with a friend I value very much and I wondered why people ever live anywhere else.
This type of moment invariable occurs while you are on vacation – which as we all know is not normal life. It is better life – with better food, special “catch-up” get togethers, no work to concern yourself with and other hedonistic pursuits. Sleeping in late, touring notable landmarks, and void of any annoying things like errands, deadlines and budgets.
My father-in-law has it every time he visits The Netherlands – he gets together with all of his friends and family and in the best moments wonders why he ever left. Is the grass greener in Holland? It’s hard to tell when you’re wearing sunglasses and sipping a perfectly chilled glass of wine. It could just be an illusion. Or it ould be that life is just better here.
Where does the hangover end and where do your true desires begin?
July 29th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: Wanting to snatch the moment like a hen on a junebug in Vancouver, BC.