Here is my answer: It’s a place that you discover later in life that surprises you.
Because my father was in the Army, my family spent two tours of duty in Germany, and we took car trips all time. Around Germany, to Switzerland, to the Netherlands, to Paris. And as a young reporter at the Washington Post, I lived on the East Coast and thought nothing of hopping over to Europe for a few days for someone’s birthday party or a special dinner.
But I didn’t get to Asia until my early 30s. And when I landed in Hong Kong and found myself on the Star Ferry my first night looking at the incredible skyline standing in brilliant contrast to the dark peak of Victoria Mountain over which seemed hung a full moon, well, I was, as my granddaughters in London like to say, “gobsmacked.”
I bet if I’d grown up largely in Asia, I’d have felt the same way if I’d never gotten around to visiting Europe until I was in my 30s.
A lot of us don’t see the attractions of where we live because we take them for granted. Somewhere far away seems more special, more exotic. That, my friends, is not always true.