“Moving to Australia was the best thing you did.”
These words came from the most unexpected sources: my sister… and my mom.
When I’d left New York, it was with a certain (OK, large) amount of anger at the way things had unfolded after my dad’s death — which, curiously, still has aftershocks even to this day. Yes, my wife is Australian and, yes, I suppose I would have eventually moved here; but, like most things, I didn’t see the immediacy to actually planning it.
As things went downhill I’d decided that the best thing to do was what I’d always dreamed of doing: unplug and move as far away as possible. If you look at a globe (since that will give you a better perspective), NY and Sydney are nearly complete opposites — and in more ways than one.
For all you Zen folks: if you really want to begin to understand non-attachment from the physical, impermanent world of phenomena, to see how much stuff you’ve accumulated over time — and how you’ve created relationships to inanimate objects — start packing for international relocation. My guess is that most of the stuff you’ve managed to collect are just things that probably serve to remind you of a moment or a person in your life that, odds are, exist only in your memory.