As I was driving around today I was reminded of the fact that I’ve lived in Austin for a little over 11 years now. Waiting for the shift of a light from red to green I tried to determine a specific point that my “home town” shifted from San Antonio to Austin. Failing in that I tried to work out a general span of time that the location shifted. I accelerated alongside my fellow Austinites.
Perhaps it was shortly after high school. I had finally made some true friends and was meeting a few more. Those few friends I’d had in S.A. had faded back for the most part, and other than visiting my dad and going to The Wild Game Dinner, I had no reason for venturing south on I-35 for 90 miles.
As I turned into the driveway of the house, I realized my definition of home isn’t as tangible as I believed.