Cigarettes, Fried Chicken, and Car Exhaust.

After Driving over a thousand miles I finally reached my destination. Nashville Tennessee. The sights and smells greeted me back to the city where some of my fondest memories had been made. Upon arrival the humidity was almost unbearable. The car exhaust, which fumigated the streets, made me only want to take in shallow breaths. Greasy food permeated the air, beckoning people to indulge in one of america's biggest caterers to the healthcare industry. Southern accents reminded me of the accent that I once could call my own. And cigarette smoke was the golden bow which made the package. This is the place I was calling Home. Instead of bars (which I am accustomed to) lining street corners. Baptist churchs border the many Avenues and Boulevards. I was living in the Bible belt of America.

The city lights had snatched from my view the canopy of stars that sprawled above me. The only celestial bodies I could see were the moon and Venus. Cicadas hummed loudly through the muggy August night. Days before I found myself gazing into the milky way galaxy as I watched stars gently streak across the midnight sky. I also found myself driving through fields of wheat as it gently rustled across the desolate prairies.

My home was a simple place. This House was large and extravagant. I now had a king size bed, instead of a sleeping bag. A walk-in closet instead of a few shelves and a clothes rack. A jacuzzi bathtub, instead of the small shower which almost gave me claustrophobia attacks. I was now being driven in a Lexus instead of a pick up truck The city was different, my new home was different, life was completely foreign. A new chapter in my life had begun and I wondered how on earth I could possibly embrace it. All I knew to do was pray.