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.