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The well well well, if it isnt the consequences of my own actions edition.
Earlier this week, Noah Kalina asked the following:
How many years do you need to live somewhere before you are considered a local?
It’s an interesting thought exercise: if you ask 10 people, you‘re likely to get 11 answers. In fact, that’s exactly what happened, with people responding with things like:
In New England, the rule is simple. You are considered a local as soon as you have three grandparents who were born in the town where you live.
You have to be born there. That's the rules.
and
If you've integrated into a place, accepted it, love it and committed to it in any way, you're a local.
It is a nuanced subject indeed. I was born and raised in Portland, but I have now lived in Wisconsin almost as long as I did in Oregon (with Washington and Tennesee rounding out the numbers). The last time I had a 503 area code, George W. Bush was president. So why does it still feel like home?
I love Wisconsin and have lived here since… GW Bush was president. I also talk about home being a state of mind more than anything. I have raised a family here, yet I still feel like an expat.
What gives?
I’ve made this joke before, but how can you tell if someone is from Oregon? The answer, of course, is to wait 5 seconds, and they’ll tell you. I’m no exception. What can I say? I love my home state. I still talk about PDX as if I live there. It’s only a little hyperbolic when I say it’s the city that raised me.
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