If I remember to turn my head when I walk from Metro to work, I see a sliver of the Capitol dome. And still, after many years, I can't believe I'm here.
People from big cities don’t know what it’s like to grow up in a world where things are always happening somewhere else. When I was a child in Lexington, we went to Cincinnati to shop, to Dayton to visit family and, eventually, to Indiana and Illinois and New York for college. For us, the important stuff was happening elsewhere. And seeking it, traveling or moving or going away to find it, gave us something to aspire to -- gave us, you might say, a life’s work.
Children raised near the center of world gravity (like my own) live where things are already happening. They don’t arrive in a big city with a sense of astonishment so deep and so grand as to resemble madness.
When you start your life away from the fray, you learn to live with longing. You don’t always get what you want. It is a healthy tension.