Dyslocation ... datlocation ... whatever ...

A move from a place of warm, daily familiarity to one of cool indifference.

When the place of warm, daily familiarity is not your preferred location in the first place (compared to, say, a beach in Fiji or an Aspen ski run), how can you find enthusiasm for the place of cool indifference? And when you have no choice, does it matter anyway?

Eventually the place of cool indifference will become a place of tepid acceptance, destined to forever fall short of the place of warm, daily familiarity. Until a potential move to a place of gelid distaste illuminates the imminently inaccessible previously-slighted charms of the place of tepid acceptance.

But when it comes down to it, there is only one truly important question: when the pain of it all gets too much, where can we go for consolatory shopping?