When You Gotta have a hoagie....

So today I am in Philly. I stopped into a Wawa that Cath and I used to go to every so often. And there is something fond and familiar about hearing "62" shouted out and knowing that means my shorti italian is ready. I said thank you to which I received a, "umhu take care baby." I could have laughed out loud. I have missed being called "baby" by large African American women on regular basis. That just doesn't happen in Montana...ever. It is fun to be in a place that was home for so long. And it is lonely. I am just a visitor. No longer a local, and not a part of life in this place. I pass time doing my home work and making sure my next few meetings are still planning on getting together. It is a different existence.