There's no place like home

Fantasy beats reality

 

I’m a dreamer. I fantasize. In my mind, I’ve lived in many places. I’ve moved to Costa Rica, to Lake Chapala in Mexico, to Belize. Or, staying in the good old USA, I’ve settled in Arkansas, Tennessee, on the Gulf Coast in Texas, back where I grew up in Florida.

I’ve imagined nights on a warm tropical beach at night with a million stars shining down. Or living in a small country town. Lately, I’ve pictured my wife and I living in a retirement community in Arizona, where we have friends. Or maybe one in Florida, where it seldom gets cold and my sisters would be nearby.

I’ve actually checked some of these out. I found a place in Costa Rica where there would be the deserted beach of my dreams. But, not much civilization around - no restaurants, no stores, no medical care nearby, no bowling alley, no motorcycle shops. So, I decided the beach wasn’t worth giving up so much for.

A long time ago I read a book about living in Mexico on $10 a day. It said the largest colony of American expatriates were in Lake Chapala. It is a big lake, and I pictured myself water-skiing there. So we went there. But the lake is so polluted, I wouldn’t want to get in it. And there was plenty of poverty to be seen.

I read about Arkansas. It looks very pretty. But it gets darn cold in the winter. They have mosquitoes in the summer. And, sometimes, tornados.

Florida and the gulf coast of Texas have high humidity. And hurricanes.

Then I come home from a vacation. The weather is comfortable. I take a walk and see landscaped homes with flowers. I gaze at the mountains that surround our valley. I smile at neighbors. I have a large choice of restaurants, shops, great roads to ride with my motorcycle, a beach about an hour away - not deserted, not real warm, but pretty. And I realize, I really like it very much where I am.

I’ll never stop dreaming. Fantasizing is too much fun. But the bottom line is, there’s no place like home. I suspect that’s the reason most folks stay where they are.

If you enjoy nostagia, and if you like motorcycles, you would probaby enjoy my book, OVER THE HANDLEBARS, First published in 1975, then updated and enlarged in 2006, it is a collection of short stories and articles about all aspects of motorcycling. It is available from Amazon.com. I also have written two other books about motorcycling availalbe from Amazon.com.  You can read all 3 of them on your computer for just $2.99 each. Go to motorcyclenostalgia.com.

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billyaustindillon 6 years ago

I enjoyed the hubs and great context with over the handlebars I will indeed check it out.


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belliott 6 years ago

I enjoyed your hub. I also have entertained the thought of moving to various locations. It's nice to think about but I also agree that there is no place like home.


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dongately 6 years ago from Sana Clarita, California Author

Thanks for reading my hub.

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