Taking roots - literally and metaphorically
Walking back to my parked car in downtown St. Pete, this row of trees stopped me in my tracks as I spotted a good photo opportunity. Just behind me, a young lady’s voice called out, “You’re not from here, are you?” I explained that I actually was a resident, of ten years’ standing, but it was my accent that wasn’t from here.
My friend herself perhaps had a comparable story to mine, as her accent suggested Latin American roots. I reflected that while I have taken root in my adopted city, but I haven’t wholly uprooted myself from UK and European thoughts and emotions.
Taking roots - literally and metaphorically
Walking back to my parked car in downtown St. Pete, this row of trees stopped me in my tracks as I spotted a good photo opportunity. Just behind me, a young lady’s voice called out, “You’re not from here, are you?” I explained that I actually was a resident, of ten years’ standing, but it was my accent that wasn’t from here.
My friend herself perhaps had a comparable story to mine, as her accent suggested Latin American roots. I reflected that while I have taken root in my adopted city, but I haven’t wholly uprooted myself from UK and European thoughts and emotions.