Where is your place?
Whenever I discuss the important places in my life, I usually list four:
- Columbus, Ohio – the place where I was born.
- Seattle, Washington – the place to which our family moved in 1969 (and still the region where my four siblings and stepmom live)
- Kansas City, MO metro area – the place I lived for 44 years, and
- Fort Collins, CO – the place I live right now.
The fact of the matter is, I sat down the other day and made a list of every house I have lived in since infancy and came up with the staggering total of 27.
27!
That means I have only lived – on average – 2.55 years in each of those places.
Doesn’t that make me sound like a restless vagabond, constantly in search of that elusive IDEAL PLACE? I certainly think so.
And it kind of begs the question: “Is there such a thing as The Ideal Place?”
In my life I have known people who believe in the existence of The Ideal Place and are engaged in a restless, lifelong search for it.
They want the Ideal Climate.
They want the Ideal Topography and Geography.
They want the Ideal Quantity (and Quality) of Cultural Amenities.
They want the Ideal Cost of Living.
They want a place with the Ideal Reputation.
And of course, they want to make sure this Ideal Place is populated by the Ideal Type of Person. You know… the type that is friendly, but not too friendly. Diverse, but not too diverse. Educated, but not too educated. And so on…
The sad outcome of this quest is that each place they live in somehow falls short on one or more of these critical criteria.
And so, convinced that the next stop will be the answer, they pack up and move there… and start the process all over again.
I have to say, with the notable exception of the seedy place in Tacoma where Jeff, Marcus, and I lived, and probably my one-bedroom apartment on McGee Street in Kansas City, I have really LOVED every one of the 27 different places I have lived.
Some I chose willingly, while other places were forced on me by the circumstance. But in every case, I knew it was not going to be the WHERE that made the difference… it was going to be the WHAT, as in “What kind of person are you going to be here in this new environment?”
Because, as Buckaroo Banzai said in the 1984 cult classic film, “No matter where you go, there you are!”
The truth is, God sees us – and KNOWS us – wherever we are. God knows us inside and out, whether we’re wearing the plaid flannel of Colorado, the flip-flops of Miami Beach, or the grungy, torn blue jeans of Seattle. As the psalmist once said, “My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes beheld my unformed substance…” (Psalm 139:15-16, NRSV).
The scene can change, but unless we change too, we will find ourselves facing the same problems all over again in the next place we go.
Today I live in Fort Collins, Colorado. It is a nice, friendly, attractive, stimulating place with awesome vistas and lots of indoor and outdoor stuff to do. And yet, despite all its sterling qualities, I REALLY still miss the people and places of the Kansas City area.
But you know what? I’ve made up my mind that here, with God and the love of my life by my side, is where I am going to call HOME.
Abundant blessings;
Russellings of the Spirit 
Spooky. I’ve just ‘revisited’ a post of mine from last year (‘Universe 25‘), and it’s on a similar theme (‘the ideal place’), though on a somewhat different slant. Sometimes you have no choice in the ‘where’ (as in my current circumstances, though I won’t go into that); but what you say on the ‘what’ is very pertinent. Although we do have some freedom in how we allow our environment to influence our behaviour, I think it inevitably plays a very large role.
Absolutely! I eagerly moved away from the Seattle area due to the total lack of sunshine there. The gray skies that last for weeks and weeks really dampen everyone’s mood. Seattle is reputed to have the highest suicide rate in the country… largely, I’m sure, due to the dreary atmosphere.