I'm back in the saddle again
Out where a friend is a friend
After more than two years of silence, I've decided to re-enter the blogosphere to share my thoughts, feelings and experiences with a cyberpublic hungry, if not ravenous, for the musings of a melancholy, middle-aged Middle Tennessean. Admit it, you've missed my alliteration, haven't you?
Three months have passed since I relocated from Peoria to Nashville, and in the words of John Denver, "Hey, it's good to be back home again". I'm not a native of Music City, but I feel more "rooted" here than anywhere else I've lived since becoming a grownup, a transition I'm still not entirely fond of, by the way. My downtown condo has a view of the Cumberland River, LP Field and the Batman building and I'm just across the street from the Schermerhorn Symphony Center (Mom would be so proud), and the Country Music Hall of Fame (so would Dad). It's been fun walking to Titans and Predators games, an event at The Ryman, or a symphony performance. Heck, I get a kick just looking out my window and watching cars, barges, and trains go by. A little extra motion in my life is a good thing, especially if it can be enjoyed from the comfort of my couch.
It's been fun reconnecting with friends and family, and I'm finally beginning to feel "settled"...well, as settled as I can be anyway. Restless at heart, I can easily bounce back and forth between vegging at home alone or a spontaneous trip with friends to Liechtenstein. Any offers?
I'm still recovering from a two-week bout with influenza (the regular kind) and a sinus infection (the 'I'm thinking of the guillotine' kind). So, I'm gonna cut this short. However, in no time I'll be waxing eloquent like nobody's business. Try to look psyched.
