Back home again…

It feels weird, but we’re back home in St. Paul. I think my sense of place has gotten a little messed up in the process of living in Vienna for six months. Somehow the streets here in St. Paul look unfinished, the houses like they’ve just been built, everything is too short, and feels almost tacky. I’m guessing that’s the result of living for six months in a city whose history stretches back beyond the Romans to the Celts, and which has a population density that demands high rise apartment buildings — but also has room to breathe in the great green spaces scattered throughout, and the ring of the Vienna Woods around the city.

I don't know how long this sense of "oddness" will persist, but I think it's worth taking note of right now. I want to try and think about how space contributes to feeling.