Name Change

I just changed from my "real name" to "Julz of the World" because something triggered a happy memory of when as a kid I had a great job at the Seattle World's Fair giving coffee breaks to all the salespeople at Jewels of the World. There were dozens of them and each person sold costume jewelry from a different country. They were always happy to see me since it was their only chance to have a smoke or take a pee. The boss was a rough-mannered Puerto Rican Jew who told me he learned English watching movies over and over. Off at one end of the store paying customers could fish for a pearl in an oyster from a shallow pool tended by Japanese girls in traditional kimonos and one dude dressed in Japanese garb, but he was Korean. When we became friends, he told me about the historical animosity between the Koreans and the Japanese and that he didn't like having to associate with these girls, but, a job was a job. He was a very cool guy and if anyone knows Dong Yul Lee, the very good looking one who had been in the Korean air force before leaving for the US, tell him hi for me.

The name change (the "World" part) forces me to look at why I never want to go anyplace anymore, not even to Canada for New Year's, after a life-time of travel plans, adventures and yearnings for more. Is this the first stage of that phobia that keeps people virtual prisoners in their own homes?