I have a difficult time thinking of such a place. For me it would not be a physical location, but an emotional or mental one. About seven years ago I had a not so bright idea. I was going through a divorce and having some serious financial difficulties. Now I can see that the main problem was my thinking and my mental and emotional state–anyway, I decided to sell my nice little house and get a job in another town. I did this, but I also decided to live in the desert, in a tent. I wanted to save money. I even took my best friend, my cat Andy.
I lasted about a week. I went to my new job, brushing my teeth in a park restroom nearby. My poor cat was on his own for the nine hours a day I was gone. After a week, I found myself in the ER in this desert town–dehydrated and confused (and lonely). After getting out of the ER, still kind of dazed and confused, I wound up getting stuck in the desert. A closed mouthed family member rescued me, pulled me back onto the dirt track of a road.
The next day I used my first paycheck to get a cheap rental flat in town. I had to leave my cat in the desert for close to twenty hours that last day. I will never forget the joy I felt when I went to my camp and Andy came running up to me. I grabbed him and took him to our new home. He forgave me. I love pets.
I guess what I am saying is that I never want to go back to a place where I could do such a stupid thing.
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