Why is it that, after years at home, stuck in the back and forth of your domestic routine, or in the ups and downs of your job, you spend a week travelling somewhere pleasant or strange, and that one week blazes larger in your memory than all those years? This happens to me often: travel appears to offer an enlargement of time. And it’s not just me. The clerk at my post office can recall in detail her 10 days in Hawaii and the pineapple ice cream she ate on the sunny shore many years…
How travel makes life feel longer, according to Paul Theroux
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