Always a New Yorker

Something struck me today. I realized that I have now spent the same amount of time in Texas as I did in Michigan for college. After four years of college, I had a lot of Michigan pride. I felt a connection with the state and even considered it my home away from home. In my time as a Michigander (Mish-ih-gan-der), I acquired a University of Michigan hat.
In my time in Texas, I have a pair of cowboy boots, a pickup truck, and a taqueria saved into the contacts of my cell. While I do not have much Texas pride at this point, I sure have begun to look like a Texan...and that is a little scary.
Here's what's crazy. I am a New Yorker, or at least that's what I identify myself as. However, I have not lived in New York for nearly 9 years! So, this begs the question: What defines us? What constitutes as our "home"? I reckon (see, there I go again) I will always identify myself and my home as being New York, even though I don't think I will ever live in New York again.



If the Buffalo Bills relocate to Toronto, I will feel extremely upset even though I am not longer in the Buffalo area.
Maybe I am overreacting. Maybe it's not so bad to realize that I am slowly becoming a Texan, at least in the material sense of things. But somehow, for some reason, deep down, I will always be living in Western New York. I will always be a New Yorker.

Sailing in Galveston Bay!

This past weekend, Kiera and I took some sailing lessons. It was a blast--the weather was beautiful and so was the sailing. Here are some pictures of our past experience.

Penicillin

This week, one of our vocabulary words is penicillin. Now, I taught the students that penicillin is an antibiotic derived from molds. Job done, right? Well, what kind of a teacher would I be if I didn't take my lesson to a whole new...applicable level? Behold, I show you what happens when you leave a fresh loaf of bread in the cupboard too long:


Now, I don't know if this is the exact types of mold that penicillin is made from; nonetheless, it's still pretty cool...and gross at the same time. To my defense, this bread is actually only two weeks old. I guess this is a great example of what happens to bread if it is not injected with a ton of preservatives and unnatural elements.

Enjoy!