Home is in Tennessee.
It is a chaotic mixture of quiet & loud.
When you return home, it sometimes feels like you return to the age you were when you left.
Things aren’t as simple as when you were a child.
However you climb the same rocks, gaze at the same water, and now your mind can fully understand the depths.
Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.
Ralph Waldo Emerson