Well, today I’ll season my journal with a somewhat “normal” post. This weekend was good to be home… good… not great. See, I’m quickly becoming tired of the back-and-forth from Nashville to lovely Knoxville. No, I’m not complaining about the length of drive; my complaints are dealing mostly with the required planning to make sure all is ready for travel for a mere two or three day break before I have to pack it all back up, hopefully not forgetting the crucial chocolate-covered strawberries next time, and get back to Nashville. I suppose that can be expected from a Freshman in college, to come to this desire to just stay put at some point, but I mostly attribute this feeling on this fine day to the fact that I had to travel last weekend, too.
I love my family, I really do. This weekend, however, I’m afraid I did not like them. There wasn’t any big explosion that caused any tension, but loads of tiny moments where we picked at each other. I’ll confess that I added to said tension, as my attitude wasn’t the most stellar this Easter weekend. Normally when I come into town, I don’t go visiting a bunch of friend, but this weekend I wanted to see some people. Just some people, not everyone. But still, when I return home, I suddenly enter back into a world of “child of my father”, where all his rules still apply, and he’ll forever have a list of chores ready for my tending. Oh, and I already knew this would happen, Daniel, so you can save your older brother wisdom for other posts.
Just overall frustration. Basically, it’s good to be back. No, great to be back. I’m not looking forward to classes, but just being in Nashville, it’s great. The warm hug one feels when seeing the Batman building break over the horizon traveling west back into Nashville… mmmm, it’s like nothing else. Overall, this weekend simply reinforces my determination to stay here this summer. I have almost no second-thoughts now. I just need my freedom right now, some separation.
To tie my theme of freedom to the title, allow me to explain my the title. Alright, so tonight, sitting on my crewton, James Attaway, upon hearing that Chun (his current roomie) isn’t returning from Easter break until tomorrow, said, “Well, I’m sleepin’ naked!” That, my friends, is freedom.
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