Getting from one lovely place to another is not always a pleasant experience while you’re actually in transit. This can be true at the scale of a journey between continents or a drive to the grocery store or even a walk from one end of a hotel to another. A lot of life is lived in in-between places and a lot of these places are not typically thought of as lovely – in-between cities, in-between jobs, in-between the window seat and the aisle seat. There’s a tendency not to invest too much effort in in-between places. Unfortunately that leads to a lot of unpleasant physical locations in the world that we all must pass through at one time or another, and we are all worse off for it.
Luxury is a word that used to unsettle me.
I used to think pursuing it was only about the showing off of power and wealth through excessive and wasteful life choices. I used to think that luxury only meant things like gold plated Hummers and recreational rhinoceros hunting and mansions with TVs on every wall and ceiling. It does still include all of that unfortunately. But in recent years I’ve had some unusual experiences and I’ve ended up in some unexpected places, and I’ve grown to understand that there is also a truly noble and worthwhile kind of luxury out there that follows a completely different agenda.