My preferred form of escapism used to be travel.
Someone once said that you can’t escape yourself, no matter where you go. But for me that wasn’t true: when I traveled, I could be another version of myself. A carefree one who lives in the moment. Anonymous, without any baggage.
Now, escapism is about making my home my fort.
Finally getting round to hanging all those pictures I thought we’d hang immediately after we moved here, decorating, cooking. All of that seems more important now that I’m at home all the time.
Even Christmas can be a form of escapism: focusing on the theme full-heartedly for a few weeks, and then moving on.
Adorned with colourful LED’s, our apartment sparkles like a rainbow right now and surely can be seen all the way to the moon. Just what’s needed during this dark, snowless season of leafless trees and wet, muddy streets. The sun rises for only 5-6 hours a day and even during that time stays hidden behind a constant thick layer of clouds. Those grey hours pass quickly and most of the day is black as midnight.
When I was a teenager, I’d take my mind off the mundane reality of my real life through different dance classes where the teachers would exude globetrotterness, play music I’d never heard before, and talk of New York, Paris, and people waiting at Jamaican bus stops in a relaxed pose, and we would practice their walk in a dance-y kind of way. Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh went the teacher’s 90’s braids, with pearls at the ends, the tips of her hair touching the floor as she showed us her choreography. I dreamt of traveling. And I traveled in my mind.
And now, what better way to travel in my mind than writing. It can even involve time travel! In my blog, I allow my mind to go wherever it wants.
(The Christmas photo was created with PhotoShop Camera’s Double Expo lens)