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{February 23, 2012}   Topophilia*

I don’t know why I keep going to the Bay. It’s beautiful and calm and happy people have a tendency to show off their happiness there, but…

I went again today. Never planned on it but the sun was out and I was fixed with the compulsion. I ended up walking to town, buying a wind & rain resistant coat and walking to the Bay, despite the sun then having gone in, the cold wind picking up and the constant but minute, dripping rain. It takes maybe 30 minutes to walk there from my flat, I spent maybe 40 minutes there today and then another 30 walking back. Then when I’m there, the wind makes thinking to any purpose substantially less productive than anywhere else, and the beauty keeps making me forget that I had things I needed to think about. The Bay just calls to me. Not vocally – I’m notĀ that mad.

I just sat there staring at the water as I always do, switching between total distraction, wind-hampered thinking & listening intently to my ipod. It was cold, and harsh, my feet hurt and I think I’m getting a cold, and I want to go again. It just doesn’t make sense.

 

I’m going home tomorrow after my morning seminar for the weekend – and I meanĀ proper home, back with my family. I’m going to have lots of tea, warm blankets, lit fireplaces, TV shows on an actual TV, restaurant-grade home cooking (gravy-doused chips with lamb and mint sauce, mmm…) a velvety-soft bed and, of course, I get to see my family again. Now this topophilia I can understand.

 

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Note 1: Topophilia means “Love of place”. Refers to affection felt for a certain location, usually a patriotic feeling. A sports fan may experience this with their local stadium, an actor may feel it when standing on a stage. I’d say it’s like a sense of grand belonging. Why I feel this for Cardiff Bay however I have no idea. Like I say, beautiful & peaceful & all, but this is just silly.

Note 2: “-philia” means ‘love of’, not ‘sexual interest for’ – I am not having it off with various Bay landmarks. Just so no one’s worrying/creepily interested.

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