tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938111885824771622.post2977334392921789871..comments2023-11-02T04:23:14.216-07:00Comments on IT WAS <br> HER <br> NEW YORK: "She's Leaving Home"c.o. moedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04842423601233807880noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938111885824771622.post-81560174373534538472011-01-03T07:24:27.501-08:002011-01-03T07:24:27.501-08:00Maybe 20 years ago, I worked with men in London wh...Maybe 20 years ago, I worked with men in London who lived just a few blocks from where they'd been born, who'd been across the city exactly once, to visit relatives in some far flung region to the North, who couldn't even imagine traveling to a foreign place. How exotic that seems now - I'm sure with London's demographic shift over the last decade or so, even these men have left their neighborhoods. <br /><br />Since I started moving when I was eight months old - I'd been through six separate school systems before I was 15 - I don't really know what it's like to have grown up in one place. Or even to have lived in one place as an adult. The longest place I've lived in, by far, is Brooklyn which is funny because I don't even like Brooklyn that much. Or rather, I like it as part of this entity called New York. <br /><br />I still get that longing when I see the trains pulling away though . . .<br /><br />T.City Of Strangershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12158677428956744517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938111885824771622.post-15726474530721166602010-12-27T14:23:00.076-08:002010-12-27T14:23:00.076-08:00My family never left the city they were born in ei...My family never left the city they were born in either. I remember when I was little I took a class trip to my homestate's capital and the tour guide gave the percentage of people who never left the state. I decided then that I wouldn't be one of them. I also told my family I had no intentions of staying there. They told me I would never make it anywhere else and lo and behold I proved them wrong :)Alanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17194244496619480510noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938111885824771622.post-24839989204046655332010-12-24T09:10:50.279-08:002010-12-24T09:10:50.279-08:00It's the sound for me of trains in a station t...It's the sound for me of trains in a station that means travel, even subway trains that screech and pull away and rumble out of sight. The look of the crisscrossing tracks in your pic always means travel, people crossing paths and finding their way despite.Buckohttp://cowboylands.net/blog/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938111885824771622.post-7414715055854824752010-12-23T11:25:43.539-08:002010-12-23T11:25:43.539-08:00My family never left the city where they were born...My family never left the city where they were born, so I decided I'd travel the world. So, here I am, 3000 miles from where I was born and I hardly ever leave the island. The world is smaller these days...maybe everything you ever needed or wanted is within reach.Laura Goggin Photographyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15517481509431547970noreply@blogger.com