Going Home

I'm originally from the Philadelphia area, but I haven't lived there since 1980. Until last July, the last trip I made to Philly was in 1994. Since July of last year, I have been there four times! Two weddings and two funerals. And I can't help but wonder,"why did I stay away so long?"

Well, I don't know why. It felt good to go home. I have always believed that "home" is where you and your family live. And that is definitely true. But "home" is also the place that grew you. And that place for me is Philly (and the northeast, in general). Amazingly enough, I can still find my way around with little problem. It's kind of funny that your mind has this amazing capacity to store information for so many years. Better than any hard-drive they could manufacture, that's for sure.

There is one thing about the place that I never noticed when I lived there. People have accents. Did I talk like that? Do I still have traces of that accent?

When I first moved to Texas, I expected everyone to have a Texas accent. But here in the Austin area, you really don't get to hear much of a Texas drawl. That's because I know very few people who were actually born and raised here. Due to the high tech nature of this area, most people (like us) are from somewhere else. Even the kids that my children grew up with don't have accents. Or do I just not hear them?

I cannot believe that it has been a year since I wrote on this blog. Scary how time moves so fast, isn't it?

(insert Ahnold accent here) "I'll be back"