Sunday, January 12, 2014

11 big 'uns.

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I've now officially lived in Knoxville as long as I lived in my adopted hometown of Brooklyn, NY. It's a strange feeling, really. Yesterday marked my 11-year anniversary in good ol' East Tennessee.

I've always considered New York home especially since I spent my formative years there after my family immigrated from Nigeria. But Knoxville is the place where I've come into adulthood--securing my first (and now, second) real job, buying a home and doing other general grown-up stuff.

I'm one lucky gal to have two places where I equally belong.