For the last eight months I have been compiling pictures, snippets of my time here, and putting them aside to reveal at the end of my first year. Some of these images were put aside because they felt special and sacred to me. Others are here simply because I overlooked them over those months. All of them hold a moment and a memory. All of them make my heart squeeze within my chest. This is what racing time feels like isn't it?
This post is inspired by the high school yearbook compilation of Alex Currie.
Just trying my best to hold onto feelings in the heart of Tennessee.