That's Why I Listen to Dylan

If You See Her, Say Hello

This post is going to be about how sometimes you can go home again, and the people there are not the people you left behind, but the memories you held dear the entire time you were gone. This is about friends, and about how sometimes, when you think you're saying goodbye, you might actually be saying hello.

But right now I'm tired, and need to get some sleep.

The title will make sense later. For now, if you've never heard Bob Dylan's Blood on the Tracks, do yourself a favor and pick it up.