I will admit it, as much as I love being in New England, and knowing I will never again live in the South, I also admit that I find myself missing the place. I think this might be a weird permutation of Stockholm Syndrome.
I think it is legitimate to miss places you lived, if only because you lived there.
New Haven in no time Loisaida, a grey and grimy horror Bombed-out buildings in 1981
But that girl, she loved it She loved it fierce and quick They slept sweet on a dirty floor Just once in that tiny flat That first night of sirens
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Date: 2008-10-28 05:32 pm (UTC)I think it is legitimate to miss places you lived, if only because you lived there.
New Haven in no time
Loisaida, a grey and grimy horror
Bombed-out buildings in 1981
But that girl, she loved it
She loved it fierce and quick
They slept sweet on a dirty floor
Just once in that tiny flat
That first night of sirens
—Consonant, "That Boston Life"
If I remember it objectively, my apartment in New Haven was a firetrap, but I still miss it.