Flashes of Panic

One of my cousins is traveling this weekend to the area I used to live in Pennsylvania. Her boyfriend is finishing an MBA program in St. Louis, and is a step or two away from taking a job at one of the major companies in the area (not the one I worked for.)

I called and talked to her for a while. I didn’t have much to tell her; I gave her a phone number of a roommate who’s still in the area and suggested a few neighborhoods. Vaguely. Mostly I tried to tell her that it’s a good place to live, which felt really odd to me considering how ready I was to get away when I left. I don’t suppose I would be in a hurry to move back, come to think of it, but I do have good memories, for the most part, of my time there.

It wasn’t the strongest argument. “It’s a great place, you’ll love it, I’m not going back.” Still, I guess I’d rather see her there than in St. Louis. I’m a booster. I want to get her plugged in. I hope it’s not because I’m seeing it as my second shot at the area.

If they move there, I’ll visit, for certain.

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