I know, because I live in a basement. The view from its windows is limited. Several months after college, I moved to Asia to work in a country I had never seen, with people I had never met, in a language I did not know. To call my perspective “limited” would be quite the understatement. Awkwardly, I stumbled through eighteen months there, days that were usually messy, beautiful, dull, humbling and heartening at the same time.
And I got a glimpse of life from a different perspective.
It has been several years since I returned. I have learned that second-story views are usually linked to change, that they require work, and that they are invaluable. It also seems like these perspectives are much clearer when shared with others.
Now I am getting ready to take another one-way ticket to a country I have never seen, with a language I do not know (at least, not much). Friends await this time, and I’m moving from a basement apartment in New York to their basement apartment in the Middle East. But I am hoping for a second-story perspective. Come, check out the view.