Home sickness is sometimes just a twinge of 'what could of been,' not full-blown longing

I had to make phone calls to media outlets in Atlanta today, and the sound of the voices, despite being rushed and mostly disinterested, was enough to give me the slightest twinge of homesickness.
My fellow interns commented on my heightened drawl, and it was true: my voice rang strangely in my ears, sounding like a sugared version of me I didn't completely recognize anymore.

The twinge quickly passed, as I enlisted Mitz and his car to aid in moving Saturday, and started to concoct plans for the weekend. But the drawl has clung into the evening, and I wonder how much longer the softer vowels will roll from my tongue.

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The ATLien mutates

I'm quickly morphing from an Atlantan to a Washingtonian, and I have decided to posit Saturday as the official day I start saying I'm from DC. I'll still be originally from Atlanta, of course, since it is, after all, impossible to change the city you grew up in, but from Saturday on I officially live in DC.

(I chose Saturday and not the day I signed my lease because Saturday is the day I will actually take up residency in my new house.)

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Changes are happening

This blog is undergoing some changes. (You've probably noticed a few already.) I'm experimenting with formatting and tags and content and having contributors(!!), all in anticipation of my future career as a professional blogger. Let me know what you like and what you don't like in the comments. Thanks.

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