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Escape Hatch

An interesting option for those who wish to escape American reality but also makes sense for those nearing end of life and having the means to travel the world before they depart

"Villa Vie offers a unique one-of-a-kind way [to] see the whole world at a slow pace where you have enough time to actually experience the cultural vibe of every port," Villa Vie Residences Head of Sales Anne Alms said in a statement. "Your villa is your bedroom, and the ship is your home, she'll take you across the globe to endless horizons."

If this was a true "skip-forward" escape from reality, maybe the person will return to a country they no longer recognize and likely can't re-assimilate to anymore. If what they fear most from this presidency comes true, America four years out will not be home to them anymore. So the question is if it makes sense to stay home and actively engage with the system they love and seek to protect. The desire to escape a country whose problems seem endless, mounting and unsolvable is very familiar to folks like me who found a way out. 

All of what had prompted my desire to leave India remains true to this day. Things have gotten worse in many ways but it would be a lie to claim nothing has changed for the better. Those changes have been big and sweeping to the point that it is a country I hardly recognize anymore - and in a positive way. In hindsight, should I have stayed back and worked through the obstacles - I can't know for sure. What is likely is that if I had never left, some parts of my life would be much better and some much worse than it is now. In balance, my net happiness with life would look about same I think. 

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