I have traveled a fair bit - visiting places I loved, some I could call home, and others that I simply liked. I don't know that I would consider any of these places paradise. Each has its own draw, character, and charm making it unique. Plus, there are so many places left to see - like that very large bit of heaven to the north. Canada is definitely on my must see list (but in the summer, not the winter.)
That said, I know lots of people who vacation in "paradise."
"Why is it 'paradise?'"
Of course, each has an answer to this question - and each answer is subjective.
Recently I was told that the Gulf coast of Florida is paradise. (It is Florida so I doubt this seriously, but to each their own)
"Would you consider moving there?"
Do to professional reasons, it kind of isn't an option but... "I would consider it."
My question then becomes, when one moves to "paradise" does it then become paradise lost?
I live just outside Washington DC. There is so much to see and do in this area - culture, the arts, fine dining, history, museums, natural beauty... the list goes on and on. And yet, I rarely to never do any of it. But then no one considers the DC metro area paradise, do they?
I have lived in San Francisco - which is pretty awesome if you have never visited. I loved living there and took advantage of the beach, the bay, some of the fine dining and attractions, the park, Noah's (bagels), great Italian food... I loved the city. But, If I lived there and had to work - pull the ten hour days, fight traffic and the commutes - would it still be as fabulous?
Rome is a fabulous city as well, but how often to they notice all the wonder that lives within their midst?
I question whether, if one moves to paradise - lives, works, and is surrounded by paradise - does it remain the paradise that it once was? Does it continue to earn its label?
Or does its image begin to tarnish or fade when cast in the light of the every day grind that makes up our reality?
Then we are left seeking another paradise where we can escape paradise lost.