Well, I have been to Georgia and their peaches don’t match our smith county watermelons. And, I have traveled to Colorado, but nothing kept me there.
Alabama has it’s perks, but I’m always happy to see that Magnolia sign.
Arkansas had part of my heart, but the rich cotton lands were more than I could bare.
The only thing that holds a candle to our sweet heat is the sunshine state.
But, my heart belongs here.
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"Home is where the Heart is."- Or, so they say.
And, I guess the saying stands true.
HOME- The place where you find comfort and your family.
My roots are buried deep.
Home cooking is the best cooking. Stars shine bright at night. The winter is warm and so is the summer. Farmer’s markets become social events. Ladies and Gentlemen still exist. Breakfast consists of Biscuits n’ gravy, Bacon, Eggs, and Grits. Crawfish boils replace Shrimp boils. Everything taste better fried. Fresh squeezed lemonade is good, but Sweet Tea is a must at every dinner. The crack of a ripe watermelon marks the beginning of summer.
There are so many “homes”. So, what makes it home for you?
It’s the feeling you get when you reach that last stretch of road that takes you home. The moment you sit back, relax, and open the windows to smell the air that you are so familiar with. The air that brings back the memories of why you love your hometown. And it brings you back to the main fact that Home is where the Heart is...
It’s not a competition among states.. No, it is rather a sense of security buried deep down that make you go “ahhh, home!”
In that case, the last stretch of I-55 makes me go “ahh, home”
The air is a little tougher to breathe.. Pine trees aren’t hard to find.. The grass is green and and the gardens are plentiful.
Often, I say.. “I am so not country”, but it’s when you take me out of the south that I realize... Ok, maybe I am..
My favorite meal consists of butter beans, peas, corn, mashed potatoes, and a huge cut of cornbread (and maybe some fried okra and green tomatoes!)... followed by a huge piece of apple pie and home made ice cream... I don't like southern cooking at all!
That’s the meal that all southerners would call a ‘Comfort Meal’.. Is it because it makes us feel comfortable??.. Of Course Not!! Usually we are so miserably full that you swear you are never eating again! But, that meal is so “comfortable” to us because that is what we are raised on. (keep the fat comments to yourself!)
We’re raised to mind our manners. Say Yes Ma’am and No Ma’am. We’re raised to love God and say our prayers. You learn how to pick peas (shell them too!). Bake desserts...... and no matter how many times you try, It will never taste as good as your “Nana’s”! The smell of the air and the nip of the wind direct you! With the first touch of sunshine, it is time to fish... And with the first colored leaf comes football season. We wear shorts on christmas... And, we freak at a snow flake.
Yes, I am from the south through and through....
Is that a bad thing? NO!
It was... It is... and as far as I know.. It will always be home to me.
Does that mean that we can’t make a new home?
like I said.. Home is where the Heart is.. It is a mindset. How willing are you to accept a new path and adventure? If home is where the heart is then it should not matter where home is, rather where your heart is.
I think too many times we associate happiness with a particular time and place rather than who we spent that time with!
