Some people just stay where they've always been.
I guess I did just about that until college. Even there, I was only 30 minutes away from home.
Intertia seemed to pull me down the stream of life.
That is: Until I realized everyone had paddled to the side and gotten themselves out of the stream.
That's when I started traveling.
Well, what did I see? It was a bunch of souls like me, wandering down the stream. Most of whom stayed in the boat and never paddled to the side.
Everywhere I went, regardless of the joy I might have felt -- the wanderlust -- I knew I'd never be home there.
That's what it is here in Tennessee. Their culture, their accent, their everything. It's charming, sweet, compelling. I could move here.
The thing is: I'd still not be home.
But where is home? New Jersey? Why? I don't know what I'd do there. I don't like the cold. Most of my friends have scattered all over the globe.
I guess this is what they call a mid-life crisis.
Or, it's what happens when inertia takes hold until you hit a squall and get washed ashore. Then, you must decide: Do I get back in this stream? Or, do I walk over land to another place?
I kinda miss having a lady by my side.
I kinda want to meet a sweet country gal. Then I'd be the Yankee boyfriend. Is that who I want to be? Sure, she'd love me but all the country guys she grew up with would be telling her, "Ditch that city-boy."
I know, I'm overthinking everything.
I miss my first car. I miss when the music I liked was still being released. I miss when I could eat all the sugar I wanted and there'd be no consequences.
Times were tough then too.
I'm rambling. I'll pray on it. Trust. Live for today. Be grateful. Enjoy the little things in every moment.