my_street tessa crazy though the space punctuation person is, they ask an interesting question. What is it that makes a street or a city yours? Is it enough to be born there? Perhaps not. I have taken the street out and taken it home taken it home again. I have waited on it endlessly for busses. I have lived on this street. I have used the street to identify myself and locate myself. I have recognised familiar faces on it and found myself on it. I have travelled it in fear and anticipation, in joy and in terror. I have laughed and cried on it. I have travelled up and down it unthinkingly, every day, to school, to uni, to work. I have listened to the history of the street, how it has been used as a pathway up and down this country for thousands of years, long before the white invaders. I have felt rejected by this street and I have been welcomed back. I have been desperate to leave and even more desperate to come home. My friendships and my loves have been born and have died along this street. And yes, I may very well have pissed on it too. And I know that next year hearing the name of this street will make me feel horribly homesick. I think that's what makes it my street. 070905 what's it to you? who go blather from