Sewanee, TN

The air in Sewanee smells fresh and familiar. I think it's all the memories that get trapped here. The Sewanee breeze gets in your brain via your nose and ruffles your brain like when you shake out a picnic blanket and old crumbs from the last picnic you had fly into the air.

Seeing old friends two months after a life changing experience seems like it would be both uneventful and refreshingly comforting. It's not. That's not to say that it's not a great experience or that I'm not having a grand "vacation." It's just to say that it's an unpleasant reminder that my life is in a constant state of change and stickiness. But I do love these people, it's just that everything seems different. And I'm not sure I like it.

So, here's to change and stickiness, nostalgia and good friends that continue to wrinkle the memory stores in my brain.

Oh, and happy belated Fourth of July. :)