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Danger! Habit Forming
Ataf busWhen you go to a new place for the first time, it is easy to be in awe of the unfamiliar architecture, the new language or the cultural differences of the residents. You cannot help but watch and listen, make judgments, be curious. This is a major part of travel, trying to experience what is unknown to you. Habit will soon kick in. The first few weeks in Florence were scary, exciting and unfamiliar. New York is a very modern city in comparison to Florence, and just walking around the ancient structures was quite the experience. Adjusting to a new language and customs was also very difficult. I enjoyed the struggle, fighting through the first weeks to eventually become comfortable. It did not end up being that difficult. I figured out my bus route, the directions to the grocery store and my favorite restaurants, and the words for excuse me, thanks you, and the ever popular I only speak a little bit of Italian. At this point, this has all become habit. It is true that the walk to my favorite gelateria goes straight through the Duomo, but after the first few weeks I did not stop to look up in stare. It had just become another fixture in my neighborhood. I really enjoy the concept of bedroom travel. Since it is so easy for things to become habit, it is often necessary to pull yourself back and make the familiar unfamiliar for a little while. I know that the minute I leave Florence I will miss the walk to the grocery store, so I should try harder to enjoy every step. I am also curious how the habits I have formed here will affect the way I will return home. Maybe months spent in an ancient city will help me re-evaluate living in a modern city. I mean New York has a lot to look at, a lot to explore, hopefully I will be able to see it in another light. Will the use of dollar bills and English phrases seem foreign? Possibly, but I bet it will become habit once again.


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I definitely think habits are easier to get into and (paradoxically?) at this time in our lives. I don't know why. It's weird to think that we pick up habits and then, as you said, we'll probably drop them when we go back. I'm sure some habits die harder than others. Maybe I'll start riding the bus more than the subway in New York because I've been riding it here in Buenos Aires (somehow beats the NYU trolley). And travel habits are strange in that they might stick or not but they're never the same as habits at home, which is what we eventually call where we want to stay. I dunno
isn't it amazing?
Isn't it unbelievable how quickly we can adjust to new surroundings, and how fast those unfamiliar settings become indecipherable backdrops in our daily routines--just like NYC, just like your home-town? Your example of walking straight through the Duomo to get your daily hit of gelato struck home hard. Not only is that probably the most extreme example of desensitization i could conjure up (other than maybe passing through massive violence and death to get an ice-cream) but it is something that i could completely sympathize with--the syndrome, the gelato, everything. It's really difficult to remain conscious of everything we see, it's exhausting. sometimes you just want an ice cream--fast--and is doesn't matter what dead bodies you step over before you arrive at the gelateria.