cleaning out my desk

Aug 02, 2007 17:14

in a little more than one week's time i'll be breathing portland air. sitting still gets tough when i let myself really think about it. i can't wait to speed through the west hills, careening around corners blasting jimmy eat world forgetting all about resumes and world politics and confusing boys and collaposed bridges. i know you can never go back to simplicity once you've waxed complicated, but there's a quality about home that calls me back to my center.

it's about the difference between the love of a child and love that's all grown up. there's something simple and reckless about the way children give love. before i left beaverton, i loved that place like white privilege and urban sprawl didn't exist. adult love is tempered with sadness as we grow more cogniscent of reality, holding back despite our nostalgia because we can't love injustice. regardless, i'm not an adult yet. i think there's still time to find renewal in that childlike love.

yi-fu tuan calls the connection between humans and their physical landscape "topophilia". he doesn't just consider love, but all emotional connections. this is the reason i'm a geographer. topohpilia is more than visual triggers to memories and familiar landscapes-- i think it borders on the spiritual.

and here i am, getting teary in the dunn bros near the minneapolis depot, trying to avoid the stares of lawyers looking up from their laptops. it's been a fantastic summer in st. paul. i've grown in unexpected ways. but now it's time to go home.
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