It seemed like everywhere I turned this weekend there were reminders of home. A co-worker was heading to NY on Friday afternoon. On Saturday, I sat across from a guy on the tube wearing a New England Patriots cap. On the way to the tube I was walking behind a guy wearing a Boston Red Sox cap. As I looked out the train window today I saw the American flag hanging in a window. Finally this afternoon I heard one of my neighbours down the street talking with an American accent.
Since the weather has been warmer I've been wearing a light fleece that says San Francisco. When people see it and hear my accent they automatically ask if I'm from San Francisco. When I see people wearing clothing from US teams or locations I don't automatically assume they're from those locations, it must be my accent.
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So you ain't representin you homies is what you's sayin.
So you ain't representin you homies is what you's sayin.
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