One of the (many) ways I know Birmingham’s home:
It doesn’t matter where I’ve been or why. I’ve been to West Texas for a job interview and fought the urge to kiss the red clay dirt when I returned. I’ve spent a week vacationing in New York and longed for Southern accents. I’ve lounged around Florida with my parents and siblings and wondered if that’s really where I was raised.
Every time I return, I am so glad to see my sweet home, Alabama.