back to the south
I'm leaving tomorrow to spend about five days in my hometown in Mississippi. Every year I embark on this strange ritual, the shock of setting foot in the Tupelo airport is always nearly more than I can handle. Then I slowly settle into my routine of iced tea and laziness.
Can you ever really understand the place you come from? There is just too much history, I can't see it with clear eyes, I can only sink into its clutches and surrender. I hope it's gentle with me this time.