I don’t always eat beef, but when I do, I do it on the 4th of July. After tonight at Southgate, I guess I should say the same applies to wine.
All in all, I’m not sure I could have asked for more tonight. I spent it with someone who gets what being an American away from America feels like, and who gets everything about where I come from and what I’m about. I’ve reached a point here where I’m done pretending like that stuff doesn’t matter to me. It does. Being understood is what we’re all after, whether we phrase it that way or not.
It feels good to have those moments here. Anywhere, really. But especially here.