Living in this cold tundra in the past 8 years has been quite a contrast to the tropical climate I grew up in the Philippines. Not wanting to move to a different state and embracing the change of seasons, I’d like to think that I am Minnesotan by now. Soon, a St Paulista!
Saint Paulite sounds too serious. St Paulista has a nicer ring to it. It sounds eclectic, vibrant, and inclusive. I must’ve gotten it from reading about Susan Meiselas and the Sandinistas. It also adds a Filipino/Spanish flair to the name. In short, it makes me feel like I belong to the place. Home, at last!
The photograph above is my boyfriend’s favorite photo of downtown Saint Paul in 1908, now mine, too. It’s amazing to think our house was built only two years after that photograph was taken. I imagine one of the people walking the street became the homeowner of the house passed on to us. No new construction with luxurious bells and whistles will provide that kind of awe!