With all the good, comes a hint of sadness. Lots of random thoughts go through my mind all the time, and for some reason the sentence, "I want to go home" popped up earlier this week. I don't even know if I know where home is anymore. I'm from Memphis, but I haven't been there in so long I wouldn't even recognize my neighborhood, much less other parts of the city! The most time I've spent in a city that isn't Memphis was my five-year run in Knoxville - no shade, but I'll be damned if I ever call that place home.
Los Angeles, New York, Detroit, and the other cities I've lived in (or frequented) aren't home, so I guess I AM home. What does that mean? I moved around so much, it's hard for me to imagine that this is the FINAL leg of the journey, but who knows?
That's all I have this week. I have more thinking to do. All in all, I'm really happy here in Saint Paul, but I definitely need to get back to Memphis sooner than later. I miss you, 901.