it was a mild October day.
The leaves had just transformed in to the fireworks of colors that we so often associated with autumn.
i was in the midst of a journey from far southern tip of the blue ridge parkway to the very end of the long winding road that races across the top of the great smoky mountains.
i was in the middle of a rut in life. i had moved nearly every six months for 5 years.
i was searching.
i was tried.
i was beaten.
i was lost.
i was alone.
i was trying to find something unattainable.
i was looking for a home.
i had grown up in memphis. the city on the bluff had always held a strong connection to me, as it does for many memphians. in my time here, i have seen the city have incredible growth and unbelievable set backs.
as i was on top of the mountain i made a simple choice.
“i am going to go back to memphis.”
much like elvis, bb king and the other heroes of this city before me, i was going back to the only city i considered home.
that october i decided to go home.
that january i began to save.
that april i quit.
that may i journeyed back.
as soon as i pulled into the city off the i-40, i knew i was where i needed to be.
over the past year i have dreamed what fulfilled potential looks like.
for this city
for my community
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