other things change too: water becomes a solid in antartica, and a liquid on the equator, on the sun...gas. you just never know what is going to happen. as it was with me lately. things were changing. now, i didn't go to antartica, and i haven't become a gas, and i didn't suddenly drop 150 lbs and fit back into that stunning piece of swimwear BUT i am hitting the old dusty trail to head up the mountain.
what the crap does that mean. i have no idea. so i'll be more clear. i got a new job and i'm moving back to my homeland...knoxville, tn. (it seems fitting here to add more pictures. a couple that will warm the cockles of your heart)
all these changes in latitudes (and longitudes) have had a rather interesting impact on attitudes. jimmy knew his stuff.
it's hard to leave a place. it's harder to leave the people. regardless of the opportunity that awaits or the stadium hot dogs that complete your fall season; it's just hard. the kids i am leaving here are super. i know i will be meeting more super kids soon but it can't help but weigh at least a little on my heart.
not only the people but the specific things that make a place a home...that is hard to leave too. spankies has been cooking me dinner for years, strouds has been meeting my sweet tea needs for a long time, jongees has been the source of many things around gift time, and tennessee tech still makes me well up with golden eagle pride. i've lived in my apartment complex since 2003. i've had that stinking green couch since about then too. i've had the same hot pink bath towels since it was cool to be bold (maybe it was never cool to be as bold as me but oh well).
so as i bubble wrap up my memories i try to remember to hold back the cries. i mean what good would that do anyway. i am enjoying cookeville only food, people, and shops until i leave and then...changing my attitude.
