Chattanooga.

It took 15 years and it nearly didn’t happen.

I was unpacking boxes into my new office the other day. I found a journal from 15 years ago. It was a chance encounter with my former self. Buried in a mountain of notebooks. I was flipping through and saw the word: Chattanooga. I had just visited the city for a day trip with my family. I gushed about it. I wrote about how leaving this place felt like l…