so recently i kinda decided that i hate memphis.
but i've had the chance to think that over a bit, and i'm not sure its quite true.
here's the breakdown: i'm in memphis, working at a job i don't fully understand. we don't have offices yet, so i work from home for now. the only other person in the company is my boss. we're kind of a long way from everything: long way from our offices, long way from our first sale, long way from a clear direction. and yet i'm supposed to be developing a marketing plan.
also, we don't have a church. at least not one that can match the wonder that is Christ Community Church in Jackson. so i miss that. every week.
amy and i have seen A LOT of each other lately. which isn't bad in itself. in fact, its shown us that we can coexist in a situation all by ourselves and not drive each other absolutely insane. i still enjoy being with her, even now. but still, being in the house all the time, and only knowing one person in an entire town is kinda tough.
i'm rambling. sorry.
THE POINT:
it's not that i hate memphis. it's that i miss my friends so damn much. i'm homesick. i even miss the people i didn't know that well, like BJ and alice and jared (don't know why i picked on you guys...sorry).
and this is especially hard because there's no one around to gloss over the homesickness. i can't cover up the pain by just meeting a bunch of new people.
ok, this is longish, and i know nobody really reads this stuff anymore anyways, but for what its worth: i really miss you.
i miss my dear friends matthew and nick brown. i miss the wilkinsons.
i miss the denkers and the atkins and padelfords and the williams and the williams and the williamsons.
i miss chris, and the garners, and natalie, and J.P., and aaron hardin.
i miss the guthries and the beards.
i miss craig. and ben hickey (i know, i know, he's "the hickeys" now).
i miss certain people whose names i could never remember or never actually learned (gosh i'm sorry about that).
i miss the music, and the occasional pizza night that i would attend, and definitely the mexican nights.
heck, while i'm at it i might as well go even farther back: i miss tyson and brandon. i miss lucas. i miss my brother. and then there's jeremy and melody, jenna, jenni......and dessi and allison the asian and wilhelm and----
you know this could go on. and hopefully you get the point.
what is life but a series of fragile connections and intense longing?
