After 4 months I have finally made it back to the place where my heart
does lye. I have made my way to my friends and loved ones. I have
rediscovered this city of joy. I have come back, back to the sandy
shores and emerald green waters. I have touched my toes to the sand, and
felt the burning sun dance on my skin. I have dove these waters and
chased the depths. I have finally found the road back home.
The truth is that I have missed this place. I have missed this shore
with the warm waters and the gentle waves. I have missed it more than I
can truly tell. I am so glad to be back in this place, and am so glad to
have this time.
The following picture is the road I
took to come back home. It is a collection of places and routes that I
found along the way, from the Gulf to Texas and Texas to Tennessee. From
Tennessee to Kentucky to Illinois to Nashville to Alabama through
Georgia and a plane ride home. This is my journey over the last few
weeks, and a beautiful road, for it was
“The Road Back Home”
took to come back home. It is a collection of places and routes that I
found along the way, from the Gulf to Texas and Texas to Tennessee. From
Tennessee to Kentucky to Illinois to Nashville to Alabama through
Georgia and a plane ride home. This is my journey over the last few
weeks, and a beautiful road, for it was
“The Road Back Home”
