Fifteen Years Ago This Week

I sometimes wonder if I am the only person to ever burst into tears at the sight of the giant South of Border sombrero. I had been driving a U-Haul truck for two days from South Florida with all of my belongings in tow. When I crossed the North Carolina border fifteen years ago this week, I was overwhelmed with happiness that I was finally a NC resident. A few hours later when my sister and I unloaded my furniture, mostly hand-me-downs from my mom’s house, I realized that I was moving to a town where I knew exactly two people.

No matter how many other places I live in my life, Triangle will always hold a space place in my heart. And I have to admit that I still get teary every time I see the giant sombrero.