Not From Around Here - Back To Your Roots

At dinner tonight, Mom was asking me about Deval Patrick and how he was doing, and I realized, I know more about Elliot Spitzer's work in New York than I do about Patrick's.

When she's not struggling to wrap up this semester's course work, Red has spent the last couple of posts covering local Boston topics that bring in her (impressive) insght as a native who went out and made good.  Via her posts, I found this blog she mentions that covers local affairs, and from there, found this terrific blog from a cool Boston woman about dating and writing... just my cup of tea.

All of which served to remind me - I'm not from here.  I don't know how to put it, exactly (when did I ever)... partly feeling I don't come from anyplace, partly feeling like wherever I am, I'm a New Yorker (however Jennifer wants to tease me that I'm not... anymore). But whatever it is, I'm not really a Bostonian.  Not yet anyway, maybe one day, but I doubt it.  Aside from being a bad sport, I just can't quite... commit, or something.  If I immersed myself in being here, in the local events and issues (if I read the Globe instead of The Times), I could be... but I feel like I'd be giving up.  Or giving in.  I admire those - including Red - who dive into their new (old) places.  But Neiman Neo-Marxist that I am, I like the view from the window - distant, observing, in but not of. Much as I love listening to these colorful local types and their charming accents, I can't help but think of myself, swathed in fur, back of the car, heading to the airport... on to wherever it is I plan to come from next.  I'm not from around here - wherever here is.

Comments

[Jennifer]

You've already taken care of my teasing so I'll let it go. But really, if you move away you are not a New Yorker-we don't do that sort of thing-that is serious not teasing...