This is a blog post that actually means a lot to me. See, I have a certain angst about the term ‘home’ and everything it implies and I don’t rightly know how to explain it. (I don’t rightly know? My Tennessee is coming out.) I always just summarize it with “Tennessee sure is pretty.” And it is. In an almost dreamy, heartbreaking way, for me. People don’t really believe me when I say this, mostly because they’re already conjuring images of Deliverance, and also because I happen to think the desert is gorgeously, breathtakingly beautiful. I do have a lot of pride in the state I was raised in. These places all mean a lot to me and they come to me in dreams, or in my most nostalgic memories. So I will share them without saying much more in the hopes that you can see why I call Tennessee beautiful and leave it at that.