Meditation on My HometownHeather Fitzgerald, pp. 116-123
The narrator describes her mixed emotions about her hometown, which she moved away from as soon as she could and only returns to briefly for visits with family.
She describes this Texas town by saying: “It’s wealthy, with good schools. The neighborhood where my family lives, which is solidly within the realm of middle class, is in one of the poorer areas. Just before we moved there in 1982, it made the national news because of a wave of teen suicides, and about ten years ago it got a bit of attention because of a heroin problem in town. Mostly what it is, though, is houses. Rows and rows and rows of subdivisions, a grid of them as far as the eye can see (which, in north-central Texas, is pretty far). Strip malls and shopping centers punctuate the grid at regular intervals. It’s a place made for cars. There are very few public spaces. I have trouble figuring out how to think about it: an extreme example of everything humans have ever done wrong, or just an extremely well-executed example of the way most Americans live every day, all over the place?” Her experiences visiting and seeing her hometown through her son’s eyes are described in light of these conflicting perceptions.