I am in Atlanta, Georgia. Life sure is a funny thing.
We went to the revival in Pensacola at Brownsville Assembly last night, but for some reason they weren’t having a service on that Wednesday night, so I came back and watched a little TV. I watched the series finale of Coach; it was very good.
We left this morning. Ryan cried. I don’t know what Curtis sees in that girl. But I’m not sure I want to know. Life is easier when you don’t understand everything.
The drive was hot and we passed by that bridge in Chambers County, Alabama where Marcus and I broke down in August of 1995. I spent so many hours of hope and worry under that bridge. Part of me will be trapped there forever.
Carla came over here tonight and we went out to eat. She’s such a pretty girl. I don’t know why Curtis treats her so badly. Well, we had a nice talk. We talked about city life versus country life. I’m so glad I got to see her.
This trip has made me appreciate the home I have in Banner Elk. It’s like I’m the king of the world there. I can’t seem to go wrong there. But I have only one year left.
I really miss Jessica. She is just so simple. She’s so fun and easy to get along with. She makes so much sense to me.
I’ve grown too old. I long to be young again. I long to be childlike. I want to find joy in simplicity. I want to smile at each new step and each new second.
I am lying down on a foldout sofa in a home office on Cartsworth Circle in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia.
How in the world did little me, a blonde baby boy who learned to crawl, walk, and talk in Germany, but learned of life and love in North Carolina, ever end up here?
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