Before we left Nashville, we stopped to admire Reese Witherspoon’s house. Sadly we couldn’t see Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban’s home because it was in a gated community.

Reese Witherspoon’s house
I apologize for my atrocious handwriting, but when I write these postcards, I’m usually writing them hurriedly and on the go. My intention was to write about how I see my life from a faraway place.
The best thing I brought home upon our return from Nashville was less snobbishness about and even an appreciation for country music and southern twangs. Our first night in our Airbnb, we watched a Dolly Parton movie in which Dolly’s family and their southern accents echoed the voice of 9-year-old Starla Claudelle in the book I was reading, Whistling Past the Graveyard. We also heard this southern accent on the streets and in the restaurants of Nashville, as well as in the country songs. It suddenly took on a new charm.
I had a bit of a southern accent myself growing up in southern Virginia, but when I moved to Idaho for four years in 1980, people made so much fun of my “ya’ll” that I dropped it quickly from my vocabulary. Living in Northern Virginia has eliminated all traces, I think, of my southern accent.
I learned so much about the history of country music, listening to sound bites at the museums plus singing along to my Nashville playlist. Some songs are sad, some funny, some are full of yearning. All evoke the human condition and speak to feelings we carry around in our hearts.
When we returned home, we watched the 2005 movie, Walk the Line, about Johnny Cash’s early life. Johnny Cash is played by Joaquin Phoenix and June Carter by Reese Witherspoon. We enjoyed watching and extending our appreciation of Johnny Cash after visiting the Johnny Cash Museum in Nashville.
We also started watching the 2012-2018 TV series, Nashville, all about people trying to make it big in the music industry, and people who are already big name singers. It is a bit soap opera-ish, but the characters are intriguing and the show has some fabulous country songs. Every time we watch an episode, I add more phenomenal tunes to my Nashville playlist.
We grow every time we travel, and in this case, my world expanded. I brought home a new appreciation for a sub-culture of America that I’d never bothered to understand before. Isn’t this what travel does, opening the boundaries we’ve created between us and them?
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“ON RETURNING HOME” INVITATION: I invite you to write a 500-750 word (or less) post on your own blog about returning home from one particular destination or, alternately, from a long journey encompassing many stops. How do you linger over your wanderings and create something from them? How have you changed? Feel free to address any aspect of your journey and how it influences you upon your return. If you don’t have a blog, I invite you to write in the comments.
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Include the link in the comments below by Sunday, June 3 at 1:00 p.m. EST. When I write my post in response to this challenge on Monday, June 4, I’ll include your links in that post.
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I invite you all to settle in and read posts from our wandering community. I promise, you’ll be inspired!
- When Carol, The Eternal Traveler, returns home from a journey, she writes a fun poetic overview of the loos she encountered along the way.
- Meg, of Warsaw 2018, writes about the disorientation of returning to her second home in Warsaw for a surprise visit to her family. Being her second home, she describes it as “both a leaving home and a returning home.”
Thanks to all of you who wrote posts about “on returning home.” 🙂
I love hearing about the overcoming of prejudices! You’re right. We do block a lot of life with “not for me”. I had the same view of country music, but what a soundtrack it was to separation angst (along with Lennie Cohen). I love your postcard: I miss real handwriting in this digital world. As for what you miss about home, I’m going to limit myself to 5 things in my Fives post. And you know what? Five might be hard to find!
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I’m glad I overcame my prejudices too, Meg. It was a satisfying discovery. I love Leonard Cohen but surprisingly only discovered him in 2011! I love handwriting too, but mine is such a scribble mess nowadays! I can’t wait to read what you miss about home. 😊😊
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There’s something addictive about being surrounded by other people who are passionate about something. It does make you see from a different angle and often change your viewpoint.
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That’s for sure, Pauline. It did just that on this trip. That’s one thing I love so much about travel; it opens minds!
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I agree, all youngsters should experience it
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I never used to like country music either, and I still don’t like it too mawkish, but watching the Jools Holland show on tv here introduced me to a lot of genres I had dismissed before. It’s good to have your mind opened.
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Too mawkish? I must have missed that Scottish word! I’m not familiar with Jools Holland either. I need some Scottish education, obviously! I’m happy to have my mind opened. I think travel often does that!
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Not sure it’s Scottish, maybe British English which didn’t make it across the Atlantic! Jools has been a stalwart of the music world here for decades: my music education owes him a lot.
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So much of British English never made it across the Atlantic, sadly. I wonder why? I’m glad Jools was there for you and your music education. 😊
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Love the postcard, and I bet the postie did too! Sounds like you had a great experience in Nashville. I’m not really into country music either, but I did attend a line dancing class back on the ’90s and really loved it. Shall never forget ‘Cotton-Eye Joe ‘ 😀
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Thanks Jude! Maybe the postman liked it, IF he could read it! I’ve tried line dancing before and am way too spastic to get the steps down, but what fun that you liked it. 😊 “Cotton Eye Joe”? Sounds great.
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Talking of postcards: it’s a constant joke between Mary [she LOVES to write postcards] and me that we need a trailer for all the postcards she buys! 😀 When, in preparation to our upcoming trip, she bought two sheets of postcard stamps lately, I asked her if she seriiously thought that would last her for more than the first few days. 😀
As to handwriting: no p[roblem with yours. You should see mine, though! “Chicken scratch” is still a favourable description. 😉
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Haha! That’s funny about Mary and her postcards needing a trailer! Such a funny story about the stamps too. You two seem to have a fun relationship!
I think my handwriting qualifies as chicken scratch. I don’t know what has happened to it over the years. Maybe I’m in too much of a rush!
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We like to tease each other. There’s a saying in German, “Was sich liebt, das neckt sich.” = Those who love each other, tease each other.
As to deteriorating handwriting: with me it definitely is an effect of writing so much on the computer and no longer by hand.
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I like that German saying, Pit. It’s sweet. Maybe my handwriting has deteriorated for the same reason yours has. I also feel like I rush too much when writing.
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As for me, I don’t think I feel rusched when writing by hand.
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It’s great having our eyes opened isn’t it?
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It certainly is, Gilly! 😊
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