As the plane flew low over the city, I started to get choked up and homesick — I looked down on the city I’d lived in all my life, and wished I was still living in my little house down there in Arlington.
Then I got off the plane… and thought I was in Austin. The heat and humidity was unbearable, especially since only hours earlier I was enjoying 60° temps on a cool bay area morning.
Then I stepped on the Metro and felt back at home.
And then I got stuck in horrendous traffic out in the burbs, where it took half an hour to go about a mile.
You take the good, you take the bad… I wonder what Mrs. Garrett would say about my duality regarding my home town?
