Sometimes I just really miss Nashville. Like I’m super glad to be where I am and I love my job and I LOVE my friends and this is exactly where I need to be, but…sometimes I just want hang out at my family’s house and watch a movie with my little sister and be surrounded by things and landmarks that I remember, you know?
The best way I combat that is by eating southern food, so I’m trying to psych myself up to go to KFC so I can get some fried chicken and sweet tea (which isn’t real southern food but it’s the closest I can get) but I’m just…
Then again, all I’ve had to eat today was a tortilla at like 11 am this morning.
Who wants to bring me food? I’ll pay you with hugs and sewn things.
The Metaphor Girl 