Belonging

Well friends, I've been thinking about Nashville a lot lately. The end of my year here is in sight (three and a half months is at the same time a good while and not long at all), and I keep thinking about how much I'll miss it. I'll save the rest of the I'll-miss-you-Nashville talk for July, but I've realized recently that Nashville finally feels like home. I mean, it's not home home, but this feels like my place, you know? Finally I know my way around (ish), and can tell you (sometimes) the different names that one single road is called by my house, by Vandy, and downtown. Sometimes I even know a back way to go if the traffic's bad. I walk into PSF Tuesday nights and know names and maybe even a few life details of most if not everyone in the room. I look forward to TOT on Thursday nights because I think I can even call the folks there my friends. There are friends I've made at Isaiah 58 when I serve lunch there (almost) every Tuesday. That's not to say I don't miss people or places, and that I don't worry about the approaching inevitably transitional years of my life. (I talked about that in my sermon at PSF that you can find in the post right before this one.) The point is, right now Nashville just feels right. I'm good here. One of my fellow YAVs mentioned once how it feels as though little pieces of our hearts are with certain places and different people...and I just really feel like for a long while Nashville will have one of those pieces of mine.