I haven’t much had the desire (or time) to blog since coming back from Nashville. I was away from the computer all weekend and in contact with many of the people with whom I use this blog to communicate, so I didn’t really have any reason or means to write. And now that I’m back here, it’s clear that my visit just renewed my homesickness and that my previous post rings a little hollow: The instant I passed the Charlotte Avenue exit on 40 East, I remembered what really<\/i> feeling at home is like. <\/p>\n
I just can’t shake the feeling that I need to get back to Nashville. And I can’t fake feeling like I’m at home in Memphis. Memphis is a lot of things \u2014 historied, troubled, big, beautiful, fragmented \u2014 but it is just not my home. I told Phil today that Memphis feels kind of like a B movie to me. He understood perfectly. This is not to insult Memphis or say that it’s a bad place to live; I’m sure I’d feel more warmly about it had I gone to college here or grown up here. But it just contains no significance for me other than my job. I have very few positive memories and experiences binding me to this place. I’m sure it’s perfectly lovely for some people, but in terms of my life, it can’t hold a candle to Nashville. This could and might change with time. But I kind of doubt it.<\/p>\n
It’s romantic and silly and hyperbolic and all that. I know. But it’s a gut feeling. And I trust my guts.<\/p>\n
But I won’t be miserable about being here for however long I will be here. For now, I’ll settle for the occasional feeling of comfort and contentment that hits when I forget what it is I really want, but in the back of my mind I know that someday it will be time to make the leap back. My life might carry me to far-off places and cities all across the country, and I actually want it to, but my heart will stay in Middle Tennessee. Some day, when the clock in my aforementioned guts ticks just right, I know it will be time to come back and start putting down some proverbial roots. I just wonder how long it will take to get to that point, and if I’ll ever fall in love with another city the way I’ve fallen for that one.<\/p>\n
There are photos from the trip here<\/a> and here<\/a>. I recall taking a lot more at the party that I ended up with, and somehow I didn’t get a single photo of Amanda or Adam, though I truly remember taking at least two. How does that happen? And how does one go about, asking everyone around to smell the crumpled toilet paper in one’s hand? I can’t be expected to explain it; I had rum and Everclear. But you’ll all be relieved to know that the TP smelled like flowers. It’s true!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I haven’t much had the desire (or time) to blog since coming back from Nashville. I was away from the computer all weekend and in contact with many of the people with whom I use this blog to communicate, so I didn’t really have any reason or means to write. And now that I’m back here, it’s clear that my visit just renewed my homesickness and that my previous post rings a little hollow: The… <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-502","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1jWWl-86","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/502","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=502"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/502\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=502"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=502"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=502"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}