Love ya, Memphis
A year and a day ago, I left Memphis.
I never meant to go in the first place but, much like the man I moved there for, it got under my skin, instantly.
My affection for the city is inextricable from my love for my husband. We married there, on a bright February day in dim, quiet room of the Shelby County courthouse. It was our first home, and the place we made the first major decisions of our marriage.
Memphis is more than us, though. Memphis was me.
It’s where I discovered my love of teaching, soul music, dogwood trees, muggy summer mornings, and the lilt of Delta voices. And I got to go running with a gorgeous sheepdog. For some inexplicable reason, Memphis hooked me and I haven’t wriggled free. I have no idea what the future holds but I hope — and believe — it includes more time in Memphis.
Till then… I’ll be listening… and remembering…and smiling.
I’ll write more about this fantastic city soon — when I’m not falling-down tired and fending off a puppy.
Where’s the last place you fell in love?
