Torn.

I think my biggest problem with life is that I can’t be in more than one place at a time. And that people and people’s minds have expiration dates. I can’t go out on Friday night with my friends and then get up on Saturday morning and have breakfast with my family. When I left in 2004, my grandmother knew who I was and when I went back in 2009, she didn’t. I haven’t seen my own sibling in over a year. Whatever disjointed fragments of life I live are reduced to pictures hanging on a photo wire that start curling after a year or two because that’s what pictures do. So I go out on Friday night and then I drive and I drive and I drive until I’m somewhere else on Saturday morning.

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Sometimes I write things on Nashvillest.com and other times I work a real job that involves lots of airports, hotels, spreadsheets and the occasional pantsuit. Avid roadtripper, lover of redbud trees and firm believer in taking the scenic route. These are a few of my favorite things.

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