Another summer day...

I'm still trying to get used to calling Memphis "home." Every time we enter the city limits, I begin to realize that this is now my home. When people ask me where I'm from - they probably won't mean where were you born and raised, but where you reside ... And no longer will I answer with "central Illinois --- Farmersville (or Springfield, depending on my mood). Instead I will say, "Memphis."

This a sad thing. Memphis is great and all and I have enjoyed this new adventure. But I miss HOME. You know, where you can just walk into your friends' houses. I miss having friends ... I mostly lost touch after high school and while I made friends in college, they're all in Chicago and here I am, in MEMPHIS. I miss my bedroom at my parent's house. I miss having the option to go see family (even though I never did visit outside of holidays, I COULD if I WANTED to.). I miss small town drama - you know, Farmer Bob is putting up ANOTHER pig building! ... I don't think that happened, but you know - drama that is actually humorous. I miss being from a small town and the shelter it provides. But, on that ... I am very happy to be surrounded by different people from different lifestyles and backgrounds. Because even though I miss being where everybody knows your name - I do not necessarily miss everyone knowing everything you do!

All of this talk about home reminds me of Michael Buble's song.. "Home." That song is really nice to listen to ... his voice is so smooth and it's almost haunting for some reason. Probably because when he sings he reminds you of those who have died --- Bobby Darin, Elvis, Sinatra, etc. He is a modern day classic ... and I have to say I enjoy listening to him sing.

"Another summer day, has come and gone away..."

"And I’m surrounded by

A million people I

Still feel all alone

Oh, let me go home

Oh, I miss you, you know"