It’s somewhere between your work routine and what do you hold dear in your mind that makes the life real, every day.
It’s between the expected and the unusual.
And as much as you like your typical day, you’re kind of hoping for the latter.
And you know it well; a slow, rainy Tuesday afternoon will make it painfully obvious.
It’s between you thinking sitting in your car: “do I need a haircut?” or “do my kids still respect me” when things become clearer in your mind.
Like – what do you really want to accomplish in life and how exactly do you want to do it.
What would make you happy in the years you have left on this planet?
One day you’re stuck in a big traffic jam on highway one on the way west to Geneva and this is what’s going through your mind:
Am I gaining ground
Am I losing face
Have I lost and found my saving grace
The daily things are like your comfortable slippers by the bed, always there, but some of us just can’t stand it.
I know I can’t.
And if you’re mentality rejects this too, then you understand my problem.
And this dilemma can only be solved on an individual level, between you and you - no school or work experience will do it.
They’re useless in this regard.
It’s you on a rainy Tuesday afternoon, there is no help.
So I believe the lines below are right. Read them on your own risk, as they negate most of what you’d learned at school.
Somewhere between the lies and truths, borderlines get shady.
Somewhere between suspicion and trust are all the things worth knowing.
So here I am on the highway one to Geneva on a sunny Friday in the beautiful Romandie, the French speaking part of Switzerland.
The snow is receding to the top of the mountains and will soon be gone, except for Mount Blanc, which stays snow covered all year.
Hence the name, by the way.
In my town, gorgeous Cypress threes grow outside the window and I absolutely love to see them.
It is the best place in Europe of them all, in my opinion, perhaps the best kept secret in the world.
It’s really that good.
Romandie stretches from Geneva in the west of Switzerland to about Neuchatel to the east.
I would like to think that it goes up to the town of Areuse - this is where the French charm is at it’s best and then it gets diluted.
East of it is where the German speaking cities start gradually and it’s a different experience.
Life tends to be strange for me down here at times, and I consider myself an American, not European.
I really love the American culture, but every time I leave here I can’t wait to be back. I’m hooked.
So, this is my new reality and I have to make the best of it.
One more quote at the end:
One time around the sun
Another year older and my work ain't done
It's time for me to write the final chapter.
Deal the cards and roll the dice
Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll are my only vice
Trying to figure out what's here after.
*Lyrics by Everlast.
Tom Kubiak is the author of The Traveler