Home Away From Home

Monday, August 15, 2016



Every year as a kid I would go with my family to visit my grandmother in Georgia. I can still remember the first time I went there, at age 4. Boarding my first plane and freaking out when we had to land in one of the biggest thunderstorms I've ever seen, even to this day (and I've seen a lot). I was born and raised in California, but I will always feel a sort of kinship with the South and still retain a lot of southern traits.  I love barbecue anything, sweet tea, I say please and thank you always, and I always smile at people on the street (even though in LA, they almost always never smile back).





I envy the Southern lifestyle. The slow pace, the carefree attitude,  the friendliness.  I love the hot summer nights with the thunderstorms and lightning lighting up the sky.  On our last night during this trip it seemed as if Georgia was saying farewell as we were seen off with a great light show.  The air there is electric (and I don't mean just literally).  I always feel at home there and more relaxed than I have ever felt in California.  It's always sad to leave, but I can never stay gone long.







My Grandmother's House






Madison, Georgia










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