top floor apartment, roof on 2 sides.
the melodic, soothing trickle of rain on the other side of the barrier.
unease.
fargo, you have my heart!
i was educated in minot. i grew up in fargo.
i am who i am because of fargo.
i am an adult, shaped by the context of fargo.
the most important events of my life happened in fargo.
fargo has been my life for 5 years.
so, believe me when i say that my heart strains at the idea of her being submerged. of the great people of this city being out of everything. for, i believe that the people make this place.
fargo is ugly.
the land is ugly.
the people are wonderful.
i showed up, and thousands of people were volunteering. volunteering for no other reason than "we need to save this." just helping for the sake of helping other people. there are elaborate setups, elaborate busing systems, elaborate dike building efforts, all through good nature and volunteering.
in the paper, they estimated that over 20,000 people were helping out round the clock.
that's.....amazing.
and sure, i will admit that i get a little choked up thinking about this whole thing.
saving fargo.
and it gives me chills to see the city on the national news.
if this is what it takes, i don't want f/m to be there.
i want to protect this place that has become so important to me, so necessary, so unbelievably shaping of my life.
in hard times, it was the streets of fargo that i disappeared to.
it was the bars that i got drunk in.
it was the houses that i laughed in.
it was the buildings that i created in.
it was the context that formed me.
fargo, you will always have my heart.
and i'm damn worried about you.
