The Last City I Loved: San Francisco
One part of me will always be on my roof in the Sunset District, smoking with my human butt on a damp spot, my cigarette butt about to rest on a similarly moist shingle.
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The Last City I Loved: Los Angeles (or How I Traveled the NY-LA Fault Line and Got Home)
I always had the sense that I was American but never more so than when I moved from New York to California
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The Last Neighborhood I Loved: Rockaway, Queens
Late summer 2005 and everything’s under water. The news warns us that New York City could be the next New Orleans—flooded subways, ten thousand shattered windows.
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The Last City I Loved: Washington D.C.
DC is traffic circles, non-working fountains in some circles’ centers, jammed downtown corridors and quiet Anacostia neighborhood streets no taxi driver wants to know after midnight. It’s Muslim taxi drivers unfurling prayer mats in alleyways near the homeless guy singing to himself
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The Last City I Loved: Dublin
When an Irish person up and leaves for the United States, oftentimes the party thrown in their honor is referred to as an American Wake.
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It’s so goddamn beautiful.
It’s so goddamn broken.
Both of these things are true of Philadelphia at the same time.
Rebekkah Dilts, The Last City I Loved #2: Paris, France
I have to drive a lot these days. More than I ever thought I would, and with it comes the challenge of what to do with all that time.
Chloe Caldwell, The Last City I Loved #1: New York, NY
We are beginning a new series called “The Last City I Loved.” Please send submissions to marie AT therumpus.net.
Chloe Caldwell’s inaugural piece is after the jump:
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