Most of you all know that I have moved to Poseyville. Now that I have, I kind of miss Evansville. I mean...it's not so much the city as it is the memories i share and the experiences i went through in that city. It's like all of those memories and experiences have imprinted themselves on Evansville. I can remember when we still lived in Evansville, I could pull up any memory I wanted, without even thinking about it. Now that we've moved...I have to strain to think of one of those memories. My Dad told me that Evansville is a city of self-discovery, and that when people leaveEvansville...their talents they discovered in Evansville flourish. It seems he was right...ever since I have been living in Poseyville, my poems seem to have taken a turn for the best. They now seem to be taking on a deeper sense of purpose in my life. It's odd how God does that. I can remember when we first moved to Evansville, I loathed that city! The stench of the air made me gag, the streets were filled with stray animals, and the animals that were owned by someone were hostile. I didn't want to leave the house for weeks! Living in a white ghetto didn't help things either. Now, I can honeslty say that I had a bittersweet taste in my mouth and my mind when I left Evasnville for the last time. I guess, when you look past all of the grime and negative things of Evansville, it's true beauty shines through. But, getting back to my earlier predicament...I guess I have to sacrifice a few things in order to flourish and move on...