I have no excuse...while I have a Tumblr (Tumblog?), I rarely update it. When I do, the main thing I post is pictures of vegan food that I make; I only do the occasional ace-related reblog. For a couple of reasons, I haven't felt very creative lately, including in the kitchen. But today while I was taking a walk, a couple of things gelled together in my head (don't you just love it when that happens)? So, here you have it...another continuation of the thoughts from this post. I also have a "place" tag here, although it's not very populous yet.
A couple of days ago, I was talking to a woman who's training as a psychologist. She mentioned that sharing novel experiences with your partner is one of the main ways we get a "falling in love" feeling. When you associate a certain place or activity only with your partner, they start to become more special to you.
Randomly enough, this made me start thinking about my love of London. In London, I had many novel experiences, and I think this is part of what caused me to love it so much. I had a lot of new realizations about my life, including that I was asexual. The concept of unique associations also holds true. Immediately after returning from London in 2005, I had an episode of major depression for the first time. So I came to associate London with a "simpler time" when I was unburdened by serious mental health issues. As you're seeing, none of this has anything to do with the city itself. Maybe this can shed some light on why so many people fall in love with folks who seem "wrong for them" or just completely random.
But that's not to say there's any formula for love, either of people or of place. I had plenty of novel and meaningful experiences in Walla Walla, Washington, but I disliked it for three years, only coming to feel positively about it in my fourth and last year of living there.
In a couple of weeks, I'm going back to London, for the first time since 2005. I have no idea whether I'll love it as much as I once did, or whether it'll just seem like another place, albeit a very interesting one. There are definitely pros and cons to each outcome. I've been meaning to go back for years, but World Pride finally got me off my butt. I'm looking forward to meeting many, many asexuals. And since I might actually have internet access, maybe there will be some reports from the field!
This is also much longer than any trip I've ever taken by myself, but traveling alone is a single-person skill that I want to develop. So, we'll see how that goes. After 3 weeks of travel, hopefully I'll have some tips for any other folks embarking on similar journeys.
(Thanks for the comments, Ally! I meant to respond but time got the better of me. I remember you mentioning that you also love London, so hey!)