We’re about ready to hit the road. The trunk is crammed with wheels and braces and equipment– also peaches. And I’m up here on my mother’s bed crying like a little kid, like I’m about to leave for summer camp, like I’m going back to college.
Every time I leave it’s hard. My cousin Liz said she’s stopped calling Nashville “home.” She’s stopped saying I’m going home when she visits because saying it just makes everything harder. It messes with her head.
I know exactly what she means.
Even though I know that living here wouldn’t be a vacation. Even though I know life would just be life. Even though I know the grass isn’t really greener. It’s hard not to feel homesick for this place. To wonder if I’ll ever really grow up. If I’ll ever leave home completely.
Either way, I think I’ll always wonder what life would be like if we had made this our home.
Goodbye Nashville! We’ll be seeing you soon.