Roaming the streets of downtown I see a lot of familiar faces. People I've seen for years, people that have come and gone, and come back again. Out of towners that always find themselves here, homeless, the super rich, people whose names I know yet have never spoken to and people I've spoken to frequently whose names I've never gotten. In common, we have stories that have led us here to this point in time and, more significantly I think, this point in space.
I think that's where the comfort comes from. That feeling of belonging that defies the common misconceptions people have about living in the bustling core of a city. For the most part we are here because we are the same people. We like culture, we like people, we like to see and be seen. We like to live in an ever-changing environment that never fails to surprise but always feels like home. We like that we are here and we like that we're surrounded by people who feel the same way.
I wonder what places I'll end up in during my life, but considering my experience thus far in DtO I don't wonder what I'll be doing or who I'll be doing it with. The names and faces might change, the time surely will. The name of the place might change, but I will always be in this point in space.
Please pardon the mushy nostalgia and reflection. It's about to be 2013, and this IS a blog, after all.
