It has to be that way for this lifestyle. No one voluntarily moves to where the closest Ikea is 1,508 kilometres from home, when it used to be 7 kilometres. Especially with those Swedish candy bars now in-store.

I'm sorry, are we off topic? Perhaps a little. But I don't know where I thought I wanted this to go. 

A conversation with a guest last night about believing this was a bucket list thing for her, but she knew after night one, and never more so than now after night three, that it had become entirely about the experience, and enjoyment, and perhaps even the anticipation, than it was a checkmark. And that, for me, feels of resonance.