Part of me
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.
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You are home, finally.
Welcome home!
Annie, I wrote Granted, your version would be wittier.
Comment FAIL. I tried to use pretty html. Anyway, I wrote an Annie-esque post. http://bronzedshoe.wordpress.com/2009/09/17/the-epic-what-are-you-doing-with-your-life-post/
i know you are not yet a twitterer *yet* … but i tweeted this post: it means so much — a right of passage for you and inspiration for the rest of us. http://twitter.com/vagabondbond/status/4064238383
Yay! I knew it would happen.
I love the realness of this post and my vagabond spirit completely identifies. There are places that I live in or run through and then there are those that run through me. Forever.
Yes. I feel that way about several places, including my current one. You captured it perfectly.