I leave back for Chattanooga next Sunday.  I quickly read my entry “Summer in November” before writing this, it’s weird.  I felt like it was just yesterday when I wrote that.  One thing that I have noticed whenever I come back to Clarksville and as I leave it, is that I feel like my story here isn’t done.

During the final weeks and days before I left for Chattanooga last summer.  My head was filled with thoughts that I wasn’t done with life here.  I longed for more time to let what ever it was to finish this incomplete feeling.  But of course I never got that time.  Now… when I come back, I feel like this book opens back up and each second spent here is another word written in this unfinished story.  And now that I’m leaving again… this book still doesn’t feel finished.

I have no idea what this incomplete feeling is, or where it’s coming from.  I have a few ideas, but none at the same time.    All I know is that there is still something here for me.  Something I have yet to discover or do.  Something that will end this and finish my time in Clarksville.

I’m happy to be going back to Chatt. though.  I’ve missed my friends, and I’ve missed the independence.  For everyone here in Clarksville, if I didn’t get to spend much time with you, I dearly apologize.  For everyone I did get to spend time with, I dearly apologize, too.  Haha.  Seriously though.  I have missed you guys back here.  And I have missed our adventures and times.  I guess I’ll actually be leaving this time with some homesickness.

I’ll be back soon.  I’ll be back to keep writing this story.

Love you.

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