A few years ago my roommate lent me her dad’s copy of Essays in Love, the first novel of the pop-philosopher turned entrepreneur, Alain de Botton. It was the first work of fiction that I mentally consumed after what I can only reasonably describe as an unplanned hiatus from reading for pleasure. I read it in less than a week on my commute to and from work on the tube. One morning, standing on the periphery of a socially constructed circle of loud American tourists, I chuckled so audibly that one of them turned to me and asked jovially, ‘Is it a good read?’‘Absolutely! It’s hilarious!’ I exclaimed: always a sucker for underground interaction – whether it’s legitimate or not, as I assume tourists aren’t fair play. No sooner had I exploded with my admiration for the comical virtues of the book, than did I hastily rush to qualify myself, ‘Oh, but incredibly clever and intricately constructed too!’ She nodded with a candid smile and replied, ‘Okay, I’ll check it out.’
Appropriately, then, when I directed a tweet at Alain de Botton explaining that because I had been so enthralled by Essays in Love I was too scared to pick up any of his other books, he recommended The Art of Travel. (I used to be far less nonchalant about our Twitter communication, but have since lost most of my love for him since he launched The School of Life, what I see as the ironic extremist liberalist project.) The Art of Travel, nevertheless, resonated with me. It explores the reality that people all too often expect to be cured from the endemics of the quotidien through travel for pleasure – or perhaps self-discovery in millennial equivalence. For as long as I can remember being cognitively advanced enough to consider meta-ideas I have wrestled with this idea of travel. Why do we do it? Is there something wrong with where we are? Are our lives not fulfilling enough? I know that this is a heterodox view, and, of course, I understand the romantic value of getting lost in an unexplored towns amongst unrecognisable faces. Nonetheless, this goes no way in elucidating to me the unique value of travel abroad as opposed to travel down the road in the pursuit of self-discovery. My next door neighbour’s next door neighbour’s next door neighbour may provide me with a wealth of perspective and fascinating thinking points with which I can further discover and develop myself.
Universiteit Leiden is the oldest university in the Netherlands. One friend described the town as ‘so Dutch it’s almost racist,’: hyper-picturesque, canals that stretch between the cobbled streets and reflect the image of trees or tall buildings, and loud students with an appetite for fun – to keep it real. No surprise then that it attracts many international students. The Netherlands is known, amongst other things, for its progressive employment laws, education system and social welfare. No surprise then that it also attracts labour from abroad. Being surrounded by a diverse student community and international coworkers, has engendered various considerations.
© Mona Hakim 2016
