Like yesterday.

Last night I met an old friend for dinner. I'm only 23, so meeting an old friend is kind of a big deal.

My friend Valerie and I ate lunch together every day from 9th grade until we graduated high school. She was here on a business trip so we met and went out for tapas at La Tasca in Chinatown.

Maybe I've been displaced for so long, but talking and catching up and feeling so close to home 1,300 miles away...I hadn't felt that in a while.

That, and I forgot about the accent. Or I didn't notice it then.