A few weeks ago, Jill and I were chatting about plans when we started talking about where we wanted to end up.
By that, I mean, where we would want to be when we die.
As in location.
Of course, at the moment of death, the primary desire is to be close to each other … but I am talking about after that. When all the tears have gone and life has recommenced.
Sure, I shouldn’t care as I sure-as-hell won’t know … but apart from being a sentimental fuck, the reality is when you have lived in a lot of places, a lot of places become important to you so we just had this surreal conversation about ‘resting place’.
For reasons I’m still not quite sure of, I asked this question on Linkedin.
I presume my driving motivation was that there must be other people who are in similar situations – at least in living in multiple countries – and I wanted to see what they thought.
So I wrote this …
And while I got a lot of people dismissing my viewpoint – saying the only thing I should care about is being with my family [thanks for that folks, even though I literally said that in my post] … one person sent something that was pretty wonderful.
OK, it didn’t actually help answer the question I originally had, but it’s a wonderful way to imagine the final moment.
