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I’ve made it a point to not think about home while in D.C. I’m not here to pine over Tex-Mex, breakfast tacos, or the lake (as much as I’d like to). I’m here to live, work, experience, and soak up as much of D.C. in the three months that I’m here. And I figure that if I start thinking about home, I’ll get homesick. And really, I’m just super busy here so I don’t really have the time to think about those things.

But my time here is coming to an end sooner than I realize. My last day at work is August 13th, and before I know it I’ll be back home. As the days wind down Austin is slowly creeping back into my life; last week Reid was in town, which was great (although a little disorienting), and my family will be visiting in a few weeks. But what really threw me for a loop was reading John Kelso’s piece on Ray’s BBQ back in Austin showing up on Friday Night Lights:

She said they wanted an authentic barbecue place that would look right in East Dillon, the poor part of town depicted on the show ever since Coach got fired by those rich jerks at the hoity-toity high school. Ray’s fit the bill.

You got your worker in an apron behind the counter slicing brisket, your flat-screen TV on top of the stand-up soda cooler and a couple of cowboy hats and a UT license plate hanging on the wall. 

I don’t really watch Friday Night Lights (apparently a lot of people in the Northeast do - go figure), but I thought about home in a way that I haven’t in two months. I’m realizing that in less than a month I’ll be back home in Austin, away from this amazing place with incredible food and really motivated people and back to another place with great food and equally awesome people. My place.

Anyways, that’s enough pining over Austin. A few more weeks left to have an amazing summer in D.C. Let’s do this!