The moment I realized this I kept hearing that famous Paul Simon song playing in my head. For weeks I kept singing, "I'm going to Graceland, Graceland, Memphis, Tennessee" just because I couldn't get the song out of my head. Ear worm.
Then, I asked myself, "Why not go to Graceland?"
I'd never been and didn't remember how much I knew about Elvis, his songs and life until I got there. I grew up listening to Elvis, my parents both having been fans and having seen him in concert once before his death. On my drive across country I listened and sung "Burning Love" to "Hound Dog" to "Viva Las Vegas" over and again.
And it ignited a fire inside my heart that made me very grateful for my journey to Graceland.
You see, for a lot a of people going to Graceland is like a spiritual pilgrimage. It's a journey to a place that feels sacred because it's treated with honor and respect by everyone who enters. It displays the life of a man's successes and struggles, his pain and sorrows, and shows very easily how much he was loved and how much he loved others.
Seeing Graceland is like experiencing the realization of one man's journey of the American Dream. All the good, all the bad, and all the ugly.
I left Graceland feeling a bit wistful, yet happy. It were almost as if I left a part of myself in Graceland while getting something else in exchange. Maybe everyone who goes feels this way.