transatlanticism
I’m never satisfied with where I am. In London, I always romanticize the U.S. and say I wish I was back there. When I’m there, I find the insularity stifling and wish I was anywhere else.
It’s not that I’m unhappy, I just always seem dissatisfied with the status quo. I’ve rationalized dissatisfaction with my environment as an impetus to progress, like I’m always trying to better my situation and haul myself out of the drudgery of my present circumstances. But the flip side is that I never really live in the moment and I spend my life dissatisfied.