March 14, 2005
Back Home in Tennessee
When I moved down to Florida last August I was ready to get away. I'd always said I was going to get out of Dodge and it's true that I'm growing quite fond of the flora and fauna in this tropical paradise. But it wasn't until my trip back to Nashville this weekend that I realized: Tennessee will always feel like home.
It could be the crisp, sunny March days. It could be the chance to drive my mom's '72 bimmer. Perhaps it's the log cabins, the shaded lanes, dare I say the tractors, Harleys, and pickup trucks. I marvel at how the stereotypical resonates.
This weekend was brimming with good times and better people. It was a blessing to see my family and spend some old-fashioned time together. Most of the pictures have a story, but I'm hoping they can tell them on their own. I will say I had to add the one from five points since Lacey's recent post had me reminiscing in January. The pic with the guy on one knee is not staged; my mother, with her knack for meeting people, was recruited to take photos of a Vanderbilt brain surgeon as he proposed to his girlfriend at the airport. You should be able to recognize my grandma's surprise that I was home for the weekend. Oh, and the one with the pink border is a relic of my 1.3 megapixel camera and cheesy photo editing software. I had to add it in honor of Chester Elegante's dreamail. If there's anything you're curious about, I'm sure you can find the comment button.
P.S. It's pi day!
Posted by George at March 14, 2005 07:42 PMFor some reason, everytime we travel to Tennessee, something unusual-emotional-dramatic happens at the airport.
Posted by: +mojan. at March 14, 2005 09:46 PMChester ELegante! Pink border!
What is it with you and surprise visits to people, eh?? :) (keep it up)
Posted by: lacey at March 15, 2005 11:26 AMGeorge...
HOW did I miss you at the St.Patrick's Day festival?! I was there too! And oh you're pics are so great! I see those same sites everytime I take the cat to the vet :) And there's the house off of Lewisburg that was built on a giant sink hole!
It was fun to see your perspective on my everyday scenery (and once yours too)! Odd how sometimes we can't wait to "Get away" and once we do, we miss it like crazy.
~Jeanna
Posted by: Jeanna at March 15, 2005 06:08 PMJeanna,
Crazy that we were in the same place! Thanks for the comment. You cracked me up with the "house on a sinkhole" line. My Dad actually filled that valley in and built that house! It's an historic reproduction of a Civil War-era home 15 minutes down the road.
You also remind me of the old "greener grass" saw. In this case it feels greener on both sides of the fence. I'm happy wherever I am, a fat sheep absently grazing away in paradise.
Posted by: george at March 16, 2005 10:15 PMGeorge-
Anytime! I lurk in the shadows, taking in what you say, sometimes at a loss for words to comment.
That's interesting that your Dad filled that hole up. I knew it was a replica of a Civil War home, but that's about it. It's been what, 140 years since the Civil War? Hmm.. I need to take Miles to the Carton Mansion.
Next time you're in TN, look me up. I'd love to see you again!
Posted by: Jeanna at March 17, 2005 01:30 PM