Chris Altrock – March 21, 2010
I just returned from traveling to my childhood home in New Mexico. We drove 2,100 miles and saw every McDonalds, truck stop, and dead armadillo there was to see between Memphis and New Mexico. Three years have passed since the last time I journeyed there with my kids. Five years have passed since I journeyed there with Kendra. But that stands in stark contrast to our travel habits when we first moved to Memphis in 1998. Eleven years ago, we would travel back home every year, usually around Christmas. It was a rare year when we didn’t get back home. In fact, for the first couple of years after moving to Memphis, I was home-sick. Each time we returned to Memphis after our Christmas sojourn to New Mexico, I would ache for my New Mexico home. I would long to still be in New Mexico. Just ask Kendra – I was a “grumpy Gus” to be around. Yet now, we only occasionally travel to New Mexico. While New Mexico remains my childhood home, more and more Memphis is my adult home.
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