In the meantime, I heard this song on the radio today, and realized it was MY song. I had to tweak the words a little bit from the original (cause I'm not from Tennessee, and I don't kiss girls), but other than that it sums me up perfectly.
Southern Comfort Zone
Brad Paisley
When your wheelhouse is the land of oranges,
The first time you leave it can be strange, it can be shocking
Not everybody drives a truck, not everybody drinks sweet tea
Not everybody owns a gun, wears a ball cap boots and jeans
Not everybody goes to church or watches every Gator game
Not everybody knows the words to "Ring Of Fire" or "Amazing
Grace"
Oh, Dixie Land,
I hope you understand
When I miss my Florida Home
And I've been away way too long
I can't see this world unless I go
Outside my Southern Comfort Zone
I have walked the streets of Rome, I have been to foreign lands
I know what it's like to talk and have nobody understand
I have seen the Eiffel Tower lit up on a Paris night
I have kissed a British boy underneath the Northern Lights
I know what it's like to be the only one like me,
To take a good hard look around and be in the minority
And I Miss my Florida home
But I can see the ways that I've grown
I can't see this world unless I go
Outside my Southern Comfort Zone
I miss your biscuits and your gravy
Fireflies dancing in the night
You have fed me you have saved me
Billy Graham and Martha White
I have since become a drifter
And I just can't wait to pack
Cause I know the road I leave on
It will always bring me back
I wish I was in Dixie Again
I miss my Florida Home
And I've been away way too long
I can't see this world unless I go
Outside My Southern Comfort Zone
Travelling is not easy. It takes a lot of courage to throw yourself into world and hope you know enough to survive. But it is worth it. Once you start exploring what it means to be a citizen of the Earth, you will never be the same again.
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