This city wears like an old favorite shirt: it's not for going out, but comfy, oh yes. Driving by Homewood & Samford & the (much improved) Brookwood Mall, W and I are struck with all kinds of good memories. She claims I started driving like we were in Buffy (her old '85 Accord) again, but I dispute that. I was just driving like a regular ol' 34-year-old English professor. Samford is a lot different now, much more built up & developed. It's been 11 years since we finally left; doesn't really seem possible.
Anyway, it's the same and very different all at once. Pretty much like one would expect.
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