| Wednesday, May 09, 2007 |
| Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig Jig |
Did your parents ever say that when you pulled into the driveway after a long trip? My Mom did. Every time. I say it myself when I get home like a mantra. This time was different though. For some reason, whenever I come back to Baltimore after a trip, it's always just getting back. Not necessarily getting home.
"Home", was still in Western PA. But after flying there 6 weeks ago for a quick visit, and realizing how alien the airport is, as well as the drive home from the airport, it seemed kind of weird. I was definitely "just visiting".
This time, coming in to BWI at sunset, seeing the last sailboats out on the Bay as the airplane flanked over them on approach to land, taking a cab home, crossing the 395 overpass, seeing Oriole Park lit up at night for an Oriole's game, seeing the Domino Sugar sign all lit up (and Natty Boh behind that), hearing the sirens of the police cars and the ambulances coming in to Shock Trauma at the Medical Center, the lights of the Bromo Seltzer Tower and the Inner Harbor... and it finally hit me. After twelve years of living in Baltimore, I've grown very, very fond of this place. It's home.
Home again, home again, jiggity jig jig. |
posted by Broadsheet @ 9:22 PM   |
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It's weird--I've lived here for about half of my life and I can't think of it home. Maybe I'm a commitmentphobe.
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tfg: Ya THINK!!!??? Too funny.
Ok, so that may be the pot calling the kettle black, but I figured I should commit to something.
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To market, to market to buy a fine pig.
Home again, home again jiggety jig.
To market, to market to buy a fine hog.
Home again, home again jiggety jog.
To market, to market to buy a plum bun
Home again, home again market is done.
Campbell
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It's weird--I've lived here for about half of my life and I can't think of it home. Maybe I'm a commitmentphobe.