People are what make home home. So after you take away the people, there’s not much there that I miss. Maybe the food, the music, the energy – but honestly, I can get great food, music, and energy from the places I visit when I travel. But now that I think about it, I remember trying to find good barbecue in Vermont when the weather was first getting warm- and those were two of the most disappointing pulled pork sandwiches and baked beans I’ve ever tasted in my life. I remember one of the girls from Connecticut we were with saying “Well, I’m glad I don’t have anything to compare it to because it tastes good to me.” Unfortunately, no scratch that – fortunately, I do have something to compare it to and Memphis is home to some of the best barbecue on this planet! What’s interesting though is that people always ask me where they should go to get barbecue when they visit Memphis, but they aren’t going to find it in a restaurant. The very best barbecue is on somebody’s grill in someone’s backyard and can’t be mass-produced to be sold. So yeah, I guess barbecue wins this one. Barbecue and my puppy, Caesar! I almost didn’t count him, though, because he’d charge your shins with his 30-lb head if he heard you say he wasn’t a person. 🙂
“Hardly home but always reppin…”
And I hardly every quote rap lyrics. But this is so me. I’m never home, but home is always with me. Memphis, TN is probably one of my most favorite places on this planet. Not because of any special site to see or any particular point of interest, but just for the simple fact that it is home. I still get giddy whenever I’m flying into Memphis. As soon as we break through the clouds I’m always trying to make things out – “Oh there’s the football field we used to play on! Oooh there are the Bellevue Baptist crosses!” And if I’m coming in from the northwest and catch a glimpse of the Memphis Bridge (above) and the downtown skyline, I’m liable to shed a tear. Yeah, my love for this place runs that deep. And if you’ve ever met anyone from Memphis, you know we go hard for the hometown! But more specifically, “home” represents my (huge, crazy) family. What I miss the most when I’m away is being able to watch my kid sister and brother grow up. I can sense myself getting a little emotional now just thinking about my baby sis becoming a teenager (!!?) so I’m going to end this post here. Yeah, that’s home.
What about you? What does “home” mean to you?
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