My Sweet Home Alabama

I don't know if an event sparked it or I just found the roots the rest of my family knew about all along. Regardless, here I am standing on a train listening to an emo-pop band singing a twangy country song and I am loving it. Who doesn't want a sweet home Alabama? A song? Lets just be honest. There is something about country songs that screams home, and love and security. How can you not want to toss on a flannel and your boots and sing by a campfire? Maybe I have been in the city too long. Maybe that dose of fresh air did more than wreck havoc on my lungs. Maybe I am a little homesick for some classic Calgary cowboy life. Or maybe I just need a good dose of my siblings country music to reground me.