I've always loved Tennessee. From the multiple weekends spent paying softball near the mountains, to week long cabin adventures, and just driving through to take it all in.

I remember the day I decided to run off for Spring Break. I had that itch, that itch to just go. I took off work, borrowed my mom's jeep and drained my bank account.

There wasn't a real plan, I didn't know how long I would be gone. I just decided to go. I would stop in Louisville, Kentucky first, head down to Nashville, and then Clarksville on way back home.

I stopped in small towns, full of little bookstores and small coffee shops. I spent more time driving and walking around lost, but no matter that. 

I just needed to go, so I did.