As I drove back to the JAM House last night, cruising over the wet pavement and giving no thought to the “how” of how to get home because I’ve driven the route so many times, I was thinking about the fact that it’s been over two years since I left Seattle. It’s been almost two years that I’ve lived here in Nashville. And it’s been a long time since I’ve been able to call any city “home.”
But for as much displacement as I’ve felt, and for as much transition as I’ve experienced, it occurred to me: Nashville used to exist in my mind as “something I am doing.”
All of a sudden, it feels more like “who I am.”
It is part of the fiber of who I am. No matter how long I stay, no matter where I go from here, Nashville is in my veins for good.
It may not be home. It may not be comfortable. It may not be forever. But it’s mine.