I can not get this out of my head. Because I am. Living, and for sure in a Big Old City. History cannot escape you in the UK.
I do not talk about what we left behind in America. Not just now. We left it all behind us. But when i hear Little Stormbringer sing “someday, I’ll be, living in a big ol’city” I know that we have made it. We are Here. I know that this is not the point of the song. But we did it, we made it, and now we are here, safe, in this big old city.
It might not be ‘big’ as you would think of an american city. But it is old. So old. Dumnonii is an old place. You can dig three feet down in your garden and uncover a hord of Roman coins kinda old. No, i take it back, it is only two feet down that you have to dig. And then you find an old walled fortress. I am not joking.
This is very soothing. When I try to explain this feeling to my British friends they just chuckle nervously. This attitude must come from the 3000 years that they have been trying to defend this tiny island. ok, probably 30,000 but STILL…
There is a magical part of living here, you KNOW that you are part of something bigger and better. Something old. Something wise and wonderful. Something more.
I am an American through and through, but i do not ever want to leave this big old city.