My friend Lee asked me how my hometown was. When he asked me this, I thought of all the times I thought of what's in a place.
It was in college I kept hearing about people loving their cities. And I resented this kind of love. I didn't get how one could love a city, a place. What did these people do, kiss the concrete and metal railings and say PRAISE THIS CITY!
I'm from a noname place, so I never knew what could be in a place until I went off to college. And even then it was a bit late for me so I struggled to understand this love for a place, or even the meaning one derives from a place.
So when I read that text from Lee, I thought of, what is in a place. When he asks me how my hometown has been, what does that entail? What I came up with had nothing to do with the place at all. Not the city I'm in. Not the restaurants around here. Not even the people. It all had to do with me. Lee's question might as well have been rephrased as, how has your past couple weeks spent in that current location been for you.
But to answer that question. It's been great. I've learned so much about myself. A lot of this is thanks to Lana Del Rey's Born to Die, Noise Cancelling Bose Headphones, Midwestern highways, Mid-sized downtown city scapes, old best friends asking me to be their bestman at their wedding, and Seun's post about Naval on JRE, which allowed me to listen to another person who's further down the line then me, put into words what my educational and existence style is, in such an articulate manner that I was able to hear the bell ringing. The bell saying... hey... this is you!