Georgia Rain

Today I was feeling a little homesick for Georgia. You can't really call it 'Home Sick' if it isn't your home, but I don't know how else to express the pangs of longing I have for a place I spent four bliss-filled years of college.

It all started with a phone conversation from Jacqueline yesterday, and was then made worse by a NOVA documentary on storms and tornadoes. I had my first experience with storms in Georgia. The type of storms that cause your Grandmother to come running out of the house screaming for you to get out of the pool. My first experience with that happened when I arrived in Georgia for college a few weeks early and had some time to kill at Grandma's house.

All of my favorite weather experiences happened in Georgia (and some of my least favorite as well).

I miss the rain that would linger for a week at a time, and the clean, crisp cold air of spring, and the daffodils exploding to life in splashes of vibrant yellow. I miss the beauty of the brick buildings and the turning of the seasons, and most especially I miss the green grass.

I have brown grass. I'm not even sure you can really call it grass. Mostly it is weeds and dirt and rock and more dirt.

Followed by more weeds. Interspersed with building materials and moving garbage that hasn't made it's way to the dump yet.

I also miss my friends and being able to just have Sunday dinner, and Memorial Day Barbeque's. Instead I am in Hawaii. Where I am too busy to cultivate lasting relationships....but there is always the beach.

I'm just having one of those Blah Mondays.