North by Northside, signing off.
Ever since I began to be drawn to the move to Superior, this song "Don't Forget to Miss Me" has been my personal Twin Cities theme song.
She said she's gonna make it back, it could be any day
It's not so much the waiting as not knowing what to say
She said, oh always keep me close
Even 'cross the distant sea
One more thing, oh yeah, before I go
Don't you forget to miss me
Sometimes I would be singing it as if directed at a place that had been my home, hoping the contributions I made and whatever lessons I could teach would remain and be built upon. (Minneapolis, don't you forget to miss me.) Other times I envisioned Minneapolis singing it to me, reminding me to keep what I have learned and continue my service to a community in my new home. (Minneapolis: Don't you forget to miss me.) For a very long time, my relationship with wherever I happen to live has extended almost to a personal level of attachment.
Have you ever been in a long-term relationship with someone and then felt yourselves growing apart? Have you ever woken up one morning, and turned your gaze to your loved one only to realize that because one or both of you have changed, now you don't love them the same way anymore? What do you do when that happens, do you recommit yourselves to what essentially amounts to a new relationship, do you go through the motions and stay together even though things now feel hollow, or do you realize that it's now time to part ways? What happens when you feel that way about your home?
I don't love Minneapolis anymore and I hadn't for a while even before I left. Or at least I stopped loving it in the way I used to. If I were to characterize my relationship with this city on a personal level...