The Moment I Realized My Home Was No Longer Home.
For eighteen and a half years I lived in the suburbs of southern New Jersey, just 15 minutes outside of the great, historic city of Philadelphia. I attended elementary, middle, and high school there. I earned my driver’s license and bought my first (and second) car there. I danced the night away at three different proms there. I rooted for the Yankees while the rest of town rooted for the Phillies there. My entire childhood is encapsulated there.