homers

in august, kevin and i celebrated our fourth anniversary in philadelphia...one year longer than anywhere else we've lived as a couple. and i'm wondering how that's possible given that it still doesn't really feel like home to me, that i still refer to texas as home, still think of new york as my second home. eleanor and kevin have adapted so much better than i have, embracing both philadelphia and texas. and although they would both gladly return to texas or anywhere within driving distance to the texas borders, they're content. and then there's philly-born pete, who will always be "not a texan" even if we were to move back tomorrow. no matter how many years he might spend in the lone star state, no matter how strong his southern accent, he will never be a texan, just like charles, heather, and steve. however, because he doesn't have the same sick connection that we do, he's free to love this city in a way that i just can't. this is his home. it makes for some interesting dynamics at home. like whenever we watch an eagles games for the sole purpose of rooting against them or the start of hockey season when he asked why kevin and i are sabres fans rather than flyers fans. total homers that we are, we can only respond "because it's philly." eleanor cackles over these inexplainable loyalties and indulges us, but pete has finally reached the age where he'll know longer play along. "i'm for philadelphia." okay, little man.