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Dreaming of Villa

Dreaming of Villa.

There is a tiny island in the middle of the Atlantic, part of Atlantis, or maybe part of Portugal. 

It has everything a modern day content creator would want.  Beautiful weather, wifi, amazing food. Oh, yes-and solitude.  The Villa is the main town (population 250+ residents?), the entire island maybe has a few thousand people. 

Where does one need to LIVE to create content? And more to the point of this post in particular-where do I need to live? Most of the time, I exist in either NYC and Boston, and have my escapes during the summers when and where I can.

My current roommate (and family member) is with the rest of the family on the island_i have all the time I need to write.  But what about the time spent offline? Can dreams provide enough of a vacation for me? How much of what we SEE online helps to shape our perceptions of our own lives? (And am I rationalizing, or can I get away with dreaming?) ;)

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