"I'll be leaving Tennessee on the first plane."

"Tennessee, you've been good to me 

Yes, I've come to believe you're where I wanna be 

You may not be what everybody needs 

but Tennessee, you're good enough for me 

I can see stars shining in your night 

Your daytime seems like Cash and Patsy Cline 

They may not be what everybody needs 

But they touch my soul 

That's good enough for me 

It's been ten years now, and I'm rooted in your soil 

I am rooted in your soil 

Give me ten more years, I'll be rooted in your soil 

Right here in your soil 

You may not be what I will always need 

But I call you home 

If I can call you home 

Then you're good enough for me" 

-Mindy Smith

I never allowed these words to mean more than song lyrics. I can't say that I ever wanted Tennessee to feel like home. But it does. So, as I pack my things and sleep in a different Tennessee city each night, I realize how connected my heart is to the place that I have feared to call home. Nashville, Murfreesboro, Franklin, Johnson City, Knoxville, etc. 

They may not be what everybody needs, but they touched my soul and that's good enough for me.

Tennessee, you will always be home to me. So this isn't goodbye, just "see you later!"