Brownsville, Concord, Project Chic to Paulie

Home is Relative

This week with my upcoming book signing on Thursday I want to take some time to reflect on my time growing up in Brownsville and going to SPS in Concord.

Lately I’ve had mixed feelings about both since both places have been in the news recently and not in a good way.  It’s hard to reconcile the love of a place that other people feel so much pain in.  It makes me wonder if I’m just naive and I didn’t pay close enough attention to the truth or if it’s somehow apart of the community to shelter some people from the storms.

I know that I love Brownsville as my home and no one and nothing can replace it in my heart as the beginning of everything for me.  And I know that I love SPS because it is the beginning of everything new for me and that makes it a new kind of home for me.  But I do not just want to act like I’m oblivious to the wrongs that have been committed in both places and the people who have been hurt.

My wish is that everyone in the past present and future who lived in Brownsville and/or attended SPS could have good memories that far outweigh the bad.

Whenever I look out the window of my bedroom in Van Dyke or step onto the SPS campus I have a feeling of awe that I’m ok to come back and be apart of communities where I used to think I didn’t belong.

Someone once told me that when you go back to a city that you used to live in it can feel completely different.  I find this to be very true.

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