This reminds me of something dear Tomas said to me in Buenos Aires when I was feeling homesick.
He said: Why do you miss home? You’re not missing anything. When you get back, even the pot holes won’t have changed.
Coming from the land of pot holes (Minnesota), I laughed when he said it, but didn’t really give it much merit.
But then when I did return home after all those months away, guess what? All the pot holes that I remembered were still there!
Ever since then, whenever I travel, if I ever feel a tad homesick, I think about the pot holes and the homesickness goes away.
Maybe if you think of the bad roads as a part of the character of the place, then suddenly they become funny or endearing (if a bad road can be endearing) as opposed to a source of constant frustration.
Kelly, I love your story of the potholes. I will remember this when I get homesick. But I have to say, the roads in New York are terrible! So it’s not a crumbling roads here that I find sad. It’s more the waste involved in fixing something that does not need fixing while there are other needs to deal with. But this is life! It’s not fair.
- monroe -
my county uses
taxes to build new buildings
schools suffer badly
Comment by johanna — June 11, 2009 @ 5:20 am
Alison…
This reminds me of something dear Tomas said to me in Buenos Aires when I was feeling homesick.
He said: Why do you miss home? You’re not missing anything. When you get back, even the pot holes won’t have changed.
Coming from the land of pot holes (Minnesota), I laughed when he said it, but didn’t really give it much merit.
But then when I did return home after all those months away, guess what? All the pot holes that I remembered were still there!
Ever since then, whenever I travel, if I ever feel a tad homesick, I think about the pot holes and the homesickness goes away.
Maybe if you think of the bad roads as a part of the character of the place, then suddenly they become funny or endearing (if a bad road can be endearing) as opposed to a source of constant frustration.
Comment by Kelly — June 11, 2009 @ 5:38 am
Kelly, I love your story of the potholes. I will remember this when I get homesick. But I have to say, the roads in New York are terrible! So it’s not a crumbling roads here that I find sad. It’s more the waste involved in fixing something that does not need fixing while there are other needs to deal with. But this is life! It’s not fair.
Comment by Alison — June 11, 2009 @ 7:33 am
Oh, I hear ya.
Somehow, here in Minneapolis, they managed to clean up and rebuild the collapsed 35W Bridge in a year. ONE YEAR!!!!!!!!!!
And yet other local road construction projects stall for y e a r s
Total politics.
Comment by Kelly — June 11, 2009 @ 7:39 am