I love Boston.
I miss Nashville.
I can say these two things at once.
It’s possible to look forward and behind at the same time. . .
Although the better thing is to stay in the present.
But I don’t do that very well.
And the present is homesick.
Not homesick for whatever Nashville became.
Homesick for – I’d say – 2006 Nashville.
I’m not so naive as to know cities don’t change.
But whatever horrible thing that city morphed into . . .
I want no part of.
But my heart
misses
what it was.
And I can only try and honor those feelings.
And let go of what I thought was going to be.
And the city that I loved.
Maybe I can do that
tomorrow.
