When it comes to something like this, there are so many cliché statements attached to it. But the first one that came to mind this time was:
“There is no place like home.”
I call bullshit.
And there’s a pun in that statement that’s a bar too.
What you talkin’ ’bout, Folkz?
I’m glad you asked.
I’ve spoken about this before, but now that I’m back home, I can look at it from a different perspective.
A few years ago, I moved to Durham, North Carolina—Bull City.
Did you catch it?
And if you’ve ever been to Bull City, you know what I said at first wasn’t just a bar. It was a double entendre.
Durham is about 12 hours and a whole time zone away from St. Louis, MO, where I’m from. And somehow I still managed to move 12 hours away from home just to end up somewhere that felt a little too familiar.
I was like, “I came 12 hours from home… to be at home?”
At that point in my life, I was looking for peace. A different environment. Something that felt calmer than what I was used to.
If you’ve ever been to St. Louis, Mo, then you clearly know what I’m talking about.
And if you’ve traveled and been to both places, you’re probably like:
“Damn, Folkz. I could’ve told you that.”
Well, why didn’t you?
You selfish S.O.B. (lol)
Either way, I found peace in North Carolina because it really is a beautiful state.
And they make some beautiful women too.
But being back in the Midwest these last few years taught me something else.
Maybe “there is no place like home” ain’t the one for me.
“Home is where the heart is” makes a little more sense.
And if I had to choose?
I’d trade the Bird for the Bull.
Why?
Birds fly down south for the winter.
My name is Kinfolk Wellin’, and I appreciate you’re time and support.
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