Some weeks life happens full force go and there ain't a damn way to write about one occurrence without derogating the significance of another. Some weeks are three weeks all at once.
Week one is William. It is leaving Boone with a shoebox of memories, it is falling in love with the road, it is stopping at roadside attractions, it is talking to strangers in restaurants and bars and coffee shops, it is asking an absurd amount of questions, it is accepting my transiency in a community, and it is whispering I ain't scared to myself (even though I am always terrified).
Week two is a text message I receive from my mother twelve hours after she sent it letting me know that my grandma's sweetheart has passed away. It is wanting to be back home with my grandma, it is a lesson in how to be good, it is Dr. Charles Isley singing I Wonder As I Wander at Christmas, it is the vulnerability of loving again, it is remembering that vulnerability is not the same as weakness, it is bringing barbershop quartet to sing for your sweetheart at her doorstep when she is sick, and it is Charles Isley, a good man, loving my grandmother.
Week three is late night at the Bourbon Drive-In with Kathryn and her friends or the moment when I realize I am not ready to come home yet and that I don't really want to go to grad school quite yet, and I really like this life of adventure I am living. It is deciding to return to Whitley County, Kentucky, it is being vulnerable, it is trying to be good, it is so many tomato sandwiches, and it is remembering to ask Janice for the names of the mountains on Jellico Creek.