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.



  1. FW on September 17, 2009 at 11:42 AM

    You are home, finally.

    Welcome home!

  2. Laura on September 17, 2009 at 4:55 PM
  3. Laura on September 17, 2009 at 4:56 PM

    Comment FAIL. I tried to use pretty html. Anyway, I wrote an Annie-esque post.

  4. wrecklessgirl on September 17, 2009 at 5:00 PM

    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.

  5. Sarah Kate on September 17, 2009 at 10:43 PM

    Yay! I knew it would happen.

  6. sara montour on September 18, 2009 at 11:35 AM

    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.

  7. Katie @ cakes, tea and dreams on September 22, 2009 at 9:27 AM

    Yes. I feel that way about several places, including my current one. You captured it perfectly.

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