I’ve been giving mindful consideration to how and why people are linked. Specifically I wonder what people are rooted to. I started thinking about this the more I traveled to San Diego for respite. Some of my extended family is there now and one in particular is quite fond of the look and style of the place, even going so far as to limit her shopping to Cali stores only. This is where the ‘real stuff’ is. This is what I mean in terms of roots.
I believe we attach ourselves primarily to place. This place becomes symbolic of the larger group or type we believe ourselves to be representative of. For me my home was once representative of my family and that shared understanding of who we are. It no longer feels that way or reasons I’m unprepared to share and I no longer wish to remain here. For others I feel like place can be a state or city. I myself find New York to be the one true home and very representative of who I am as a human. Sadly, I feel far less productive outside the city. Inside the city I am unstoppable.
We are anchored to place the way a ship is Anchored to the sea floor and though we may sway and drift in our understanding of who we are, place never lets us go and never allows us to forget.
Some Thoughts:
- Yep, I ended quite a few sentences in a preposition. It was purposeful.