The bubble has no one definition. For some people, it’s the community they live in, the family they live with. For others, it’s their state, their country, or maybe even the entire world (maybe astronauts were just trying to escape their bubbles…).
For me, my bubble looks like my school, and the Twin Cities. I’ve lived here for most of my life and spent a lot of time getting to know what Minneapolis and St. Paul are about. Similarly, I’ve been going to the same school for some time, and basically see the same people everyday for nine months. Because of this repetition that has consistently been in my life, this has become my norm, and therefore, my bubble.
And I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing! I love my bubble, and everyone that is a part of it and in no way would I want my bubble to look different. But sometimes I wonder if I have to have a bubble at all. Since I have such a routine, it becomes easy to forget that there are other ways of living, believing, loving, eating, dancing, having fun, etc. And I don’t have to travel across the world to find that. Sometimes all it takes is for me to drive to the farmland part of Minnesota, or a part of the Twin Cities that I haven’t spent a lot of time in, and voila! I’m out of my bubble.
Quite honestly, I don’t think you can avoid bubbles. There will always be one. Even if you have travelled to every place in the world to experience everything known to human kind, 1) that would be very pricey and time-consuming, 2) if someone wants to do this with me, please let me know, and 3) there will still be a bubble. Your bubble will just be a lot larger than everyone else’s. See, the thing about bubbles is that their limits are where your knowledge and experience stops. And it’s impossible to know everything. However, we can push the boundries of ours if we want, and while that can be daunting and awkward, it usually helps us understand more about the people we are in this world with, their experiences and all their bubbles.