Yesterday was a trip down memory lane for me. We started the morning in Lancaster, PA, where I spent four years pursuing my higher education and a serious beer buzz. Then, we headed to South Street in Philadelphia (I used to live at 6th + Locust) for a cheese steak at Jim’s. The steak was good, but that’s not where I’m going with this.
It took us 5.5 hours to drive from South Street to Smithtown, on Long Island. The drive typically takes 2.5 hours, maybe three. On the way, Darby asked me if I would ever consider living in this region again. Given that I have recently applied for jobs in New Jersey and New York, the inquiry was more than rhetorical.
Early in the journey, I said, “Sure, if the opportunity was right.” A couple hours later, still inching towards New York, I revised my thinking.