Excuse My Accent, Please
“Can you please help me?”, was the southern accent that was heard as I peered from the corner of my paperback to see who was trying to disturb me, while Pendergast was finally escaping from Herkmoor’s highly guard prison. Then she smiled, and I at that instance knew that my trip to Houston was going to be worth while.
Two days ago when I was all excited after being punched in to be part ‘The’ group, I did a google search on Houston bloggers and to my surprise I found a lot of different types in here, a few of which were professional bloggers , single bloggers, screwball bloggers, liberal bloggers, and just bloggers. I’m glad to say that I belong to the last of the kind mentioned.
I’m just another traveller on my way in life, and Houston is now my pit stop. Hoping to learn more, than what I plan to write here. Maybe a day will come when I’d have to say goodbye, but before I get to that, I just hope that this would remain a memory unforgettable . And maybe meet that girl again in Houston.
Its a new place, a new identity. I’m an endless dreamer, and some dreams I hope will be fulfilled in this city, the city I’m already learning to love, Houston.