Sunday, July 18, 2010

50 States And A Sharpee



Remember the scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark when Indiana Jones is holding the Staff of Ra, and the beam of light shoots down through the ruby on top of it revealing the exact location of the Ark of the Covenant? Well, I ain't Indy, I have a black Sharpee pen instead of a staff and my energy saving light bulb beaming down above me is merely casting shadows of my enormous head on the walls. Unfortunately for me, the only way I'm gonna find out where home is, is the old fashion way; the process of elimination.

So lets face it, The United States is pretty large by any standpoint, but when I sat on my bedroom floor and laid out a map of this country, I instantly felt small. I couldn't help but feel insignificant, almost minute, to the point to where I was ready to say "eff this". What do I really know about this country? What, besides things that are common knowledge, can I possibly say about any given state other than the one I'm currently in? I don't know anything, and in truth I don't know what it is I'm suppose to "know". I mean, what am I suppose to be finding out, logistics? Populations? Crime Rates, schools systems, job markets etc? Ok well that's all a matter of a Google fest, but what about the things that Google won't tell me, like what is it that has kept a lady living in the corner house of a certain city for 4 decades. Or what the story is behind a community park that was just built in the main square of another city. Or where is the best place to hear some good spoken word in some other city. You know, the little things that make a city come alive.

This is one of the many questions I'm fielding out to whoever might be reading this. What makes your home town amazing? Where's your favorite place to go watch a sunset, or your favorite music spot, or park, and of course, the best place to eat? I guess I wanna know why you love where you live, and if you don't love it, maybe this will get you thinking about why you're still there. Even "Cali" responses are welcomed (smile). I just want to get a better sense of what it is I'm suppose to be "looking for", and I figure by living vicariously through someone else s nostalgia, it may help me develop more of a sense of what "home" feels like. T-Minus 362 days...

2 comments:

  1. I love where I live. I love the ocean. I can be at the beach in about 15 minutes. I love the fact that my neighborhood hasn't changed for as long as anyone can remember and that it is modestly a nice area. I love that I am 10 minutes from two different In and Out Burgers. Mostly, I love where I live because I am there with my family. It has taken me 10 years to rid my heart and mind of self infliction for sins of the past. I have learned to love who I am despite my faults. Misery is no longer welcome in my life and I have finally stopped running from myself. I have made room for what I love to do and less room for exhausting drama. All combined has made where I live the best place for me to be. --SB

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  2. In response to your blog: I dont have a favorite town, or spot just because its beautiful. I have a favorite town, or spot, or home based on the people who made me feel happy while I was in it. The surroundings became beautiful because of them. :)

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