when the season changes it always makes me feel like something big is about to happen.

and then nothing big ever happens.

Random Thoughts On Homecoming Weekend

Friday night I realized that Saturday I would be hearing a tornado siren for the first time in over a year. And then came Saturday, and I was right.

Sunday morning holding a cup of coffee in a room full of unfamiliar faces (with a few familiar ones scattered about) I felt so at home.

Not to say Nashville doesn't feel like home, because it does. But so does Anderson still. And so does Michigan. And so does some unidentified place I have yet to live...

I don't think I'll ever be able to stay in one place for long.