I often find myself wondering what it must be like to grow up on what is essentialy an isolated landmass, or migrating there and living there. Especially in bygone ages.
The idea is strangely appealing. I like the idea of a 'small world' and knowing that area well, rather than an unlimited places to go and seeing as much as you can, even if it's fleeting, of a wider world. I think it coincides with why I don't really feel the need to travel, ironically. I never went to Asia or Africa, or Australia or America. Heck, I've never even been to east-Europe. Seeing places for a few weeks or a few months doesn't appeal to me. It's not worth the effort, nor the bother. I like seeing the familiar places I know. It feels more... intimate... I don't know. It sounds stupid saying it. Fewer people, fewer choices, fewer options. Cutting through the overabundance of opportunity in today's world. Stupid, I know.
But I feel like I could, if offered, go and live on a place like Easter Island and be happy. Or one of the Frisian islands. Or even Iceland which is a lot bigger than Belgium, but feels more isolated. Or some of the more remote towns in Alaska or Canada or Greenland or Denmark. I wouldn't want to live off the grid, I'd need a propper home and internet and electricity and water and such.
On the other hand, I love Antwerp; a thriving city. But I couldn't imagine myself going to live in any other real city and I suspect that's only because it's where I grew up. I wouldn't want to live in Brussels, Leuven, Ghent, Charleroi, Oostende, Hamburg, Paris, Amsterdam, ... Objectively I know these cities ain't worse than Antwerp. But I lack a connection to the land. And living on the countryside in Belgium (in which everything is closeby as we are such a small country) is frankly just simply offputting to me; because it's never far from any of the bigger cities which means you are never far from 'the bigger world'.