So come over, just be patient, and don't worry.

Several things have been on my mind as of late, but it seems like nothing is of great importance. There are stories of intense mediation club sessions that have the intent of crushing everything fun in the world. There are stories of clingy kids who invited themselves to dinner with us, only to talk about bananas and asking if we would ever consider going to a bubble bath party. There are stories of sure footing and changing leaves. There are stories of cleaning up the New River and the redeeming rain that poured from the black afternoon sky. There are stories of Snake Mountain and Doc Watson, banjos and tall tales. There are stories of heartbreaks and hopelessness, adventure and apathy. The south is starting to change me, for the better, I believe. Change is a good thing, right?