When I was growing up we'd spend holidays and summers visiting our family in Mississippi, where both my parents were born and raised. Mama and Dad would call it, "Going home for Christmas," or, "We're going home for a few weeks in June." My brother and I would always argue, "But it's not your home anymore--you live in Georgia!"
Now that I'm in my thirties (ahem!), I refer to Georgia as my home. As in, I am currently home. Right this very minute. In Georgia...also known as God's country...where my roots are planted...where all roads lead.
Yes, I feel that strongly about my state of origin.
While home this week, I will celebrate the motto by which I've lived for thirtysomething years:
American by birth, Georgian by the grace of God. Amen.
I will also celebrate:
*Blooming dogwoods, azaleas and wisteria.
*Sweet Tea. Real sweet tea. (And this from a gal who trained herself to drink and love unsweet tea...for the sake of my body.)
*Speaking southernese: "Fixin' to," "Bless your heart," and "How's your Mama?"
*Eating vegetables for supper--mashed potatoes, black-eyed peas, okra, tomatoes, & cornbread!
*Georgia Public Television--I love watching agriculture programs. Have you seen peanuts, peaches, and pecans being harvested? It's good programming.*Visiting with old friends. And having my mother ask, "Who are you talking to?" and "Where are you going?" As if I'm still 16. Bless her heart.
*Watching reruns of the greatest sitcom ever, which just so happens to have been a show about four southern women, living in Atlanta, talking about topics such as this:
Funniest Suzanne Sugarbaker moment in the history of the world.
Georgia is not only on my mind, its red clay is also underfoot. I am home. Yaaaay!!!!!