What is it with this little town? How come I always seem to find my way back here?

I'm not complaining. Especially because this is where Caitlin is. And I can't stand being away from her. But Denton is no New Orleans. Which is an aquired taste... Much like the way a young child would spew coffee from their mouth. But somewhere during college, coffee becomes a way of life. The aroma delivers the body from slumber and brings life to dry bones.

Denton has some flavor too. But the constant adjusting to living in a new place can make someone a little dizzy. The number one comment I hear from people I've known more than a year is, "I can never keep up with you". The number one comment I hear from people I don't know is, "you look familiar". Am I on the move that much? I wish I could say I was as accomplished as Paul was. He continually moved to plant new churches and escape from being stoned to death.

I know there is a greater purpose going on here somewhere, so don't mistake my point, I'm not pitying myself. Not at all. I've been able to live a pretty grand adventure so far. It's been pretty interesting. But sometimes I am left clueless. Which is ok. I think.