The people who built it they loved it like I do
There was hope in the trainyards and something inspired
It once was ionic, but it's been painted shut
I found passion for life in TacomaFrom "Thrice All American" by Neko Case
Sure, it's about Tacoma, but that song brings tears to my eyes every time I hear it. Especially the last line of that verse.
I found passion for life in TacomaI envy people who have a sense of place, and that line expresses a sense of place so simply and beautifully. No matter where she finds herself, Neko Case knows she belongs to Tacoma, and Tacoma belongs to her.
As for me, I hate the question "Where are you from?"
I live in Seattle, but I'm not from there. As much as I loved living in Minneapolis, I never belonged to that city. I have a tattoo of a Wisconsin state highway sign on my chest, but I'm no more a 'Sconnie than I am a Minneapolitan.
My life has been spent adrift in geographic impermanence; never anywhere long enough to get a sense of place and always knowing that sometime sooner than I would like, the time would come to hang my hat somewhere else.
It's one thing to have a home, and I've had plenty, but it's another to belong to a place. That, I never have.