Next week is the 8th anniversary of living in my house in South Minneapolis. It’s a pretty big deal for me since I moved around a lot as a kid. The longest (as a kid or adult) that I’ve lived in one place before now is 5 years. This upcoming anniversary has prompted me to revisit a question that shaped much of my graduate work: what does it means to belong (to a place, a community, an identity, etc)?
One tentative response: