Yesterday was a beautiful, unseasonably warm day here in Georgia. The humidity was low, and it was breezy and in the mid 70s. We were driving down the road in the late afternoon with the windows down and the music up, and it was just perfect.
It reminded me SO much of Kentucky in the late Spring that I started to get very, very homesick. The more I thought about it, the more I missed my home. At one point the longing got so powerful, it was like a physical presence on my shoulder, whispering old memories in my ear, nearly making me weep.
Yes, Georgia is my home for now, but Kentucky will always be my home. It’s where I was born, where I lived for 32 years. I love where we live and wouldn’t change it for many different reasons, but Kentucky will remain the place I long to be.
I know exactly what you mean. We moved from Georgia to Jacksonville 8 years ago and after a year away from my family and friends I begged my husband to bring me back home...which he was able to do.
ReplyDeleteWhen you are missing your family terribly remember I'm just down the street to share a laugh or a glass of sweet tea. Jst come on down! ♥ Diane
Thanks so much, Diane!! I greatly appreciate it!
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