karis – new jersey

Karis is the New Jersey of Finland. Just like Bruce Springsteen, I was Born To Run. He wanted to escape along the Turnpike, I wanted to hit the 51, never look back. Baby, I was boo-oorn to run. I ran to London, Stuttgart, Brussels. But just like The Boss, I still live in my blue-collar hometown. And while I hate it, I also love it. First you run, then you return. In the long run, perhaps the ‘born’ part is stronger that the ‘run’ part?

63 thoughts on “karis – new jersey”

  1. I share your ambiguous feelings towards hometowns.

    In my case that is Kotka, blistering red neck place which I wanted to leave at first possible opportunity. But it seems I never quite managed to leave the town. Lord knows, I have struggled, but in the end the fate has always thrown me back to Kotka, where nothing ever changes. Maybe it’s the sense of familiarity and easy going life that’s draws me back from my trips to the wider world. Even now in Lausanne, I hear Kotka calling.

  2. When I left Helsinki, it was not beacause I wanted to. It was just an opportunity. Brussels first, then Paris, and now I’m in a small seaside town, smaller than Helsinki. I have never wanted to, it has just happened.
    But I gather it would be rather difficult to go back somewhere, as somewhere would not be as it used to be.
    I think it would be easier to go somewhere else. At least I wouldn’t have any expectations and so I couldn’t be cheated.

  3. Schönheit liegt im Auge des Betrachters, as they say in German. Beauty appeals to the eye of the person who is looking. And home has been looked at plenty of times. Whenever I return to my hometown Stadthagen, which is comparable to any one-hour-from-the-big-place town, I feel shifted and at ease at the same time. It is not as it used to be, with youth gone. Yet there is memory lane closer than ever. Here is to hometowns.

    Karis is a pretty one.

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