Lost in Translation
Our beloved cat Sammy couldn’t leave the old neighborhood. When we moved a couple of miles away, Sammy left us three times to walk back to his old home place. Finally, our former neighbor Nancy adopted Sammy and he lived happily next to our old house until he caught his last mouse.
After a recent trip to England and France, I’m beginning to understand Sammy a little better.
On my way home, I spent two nights in an Airbnb in London. Something wasn’t right. My inner compass felt as if it was upside down. It was a perfectly nice flat with a garden, but I felt suspended in time and place. Much like Bill Murray did in Sofia Coppola’s “Lost in Translation.”
Maybe Sammy had the right idea. Stay where you’re happy, love what you know. Or maybe we both resemble a box turtle which, if you move it, will spend the rest of its days trying to find its way back home.