James Taylor says it so well. For those of us who can not live there this song rings in your head constantly. I love Louisiana. I love my family here. I love my friends. I love,love,love my job. But there is one thing about it it's not home. Some of my family and friends just don't understand it. They think that South Carolina should just been some thought and not something I miss. i really want to ask them to pack up and move 8 hours from the place where they grew up and all of their friends and family still are. I don't think they have a clue how it feels to be buying your first house and your parents can only see Internet views. Or not binning able to go get coffee with your best friends when you want to go let a little steam off.
Anyways...off the box... I miss my family, I miss my friends, as crazy as it sounds I miss the food, and I miss the state it's self. I miss the fresh mountain area, the hills, the way something is always in bloom, the cool spring waters that hide in the mountains, the beaches, the winding roads that lead to observe quaint places, the accents, the stretch between Greenville and Columbia the lakes, the cover of the trees everywhere, the shag, the beach music and so much more. But most of all I miss the time. Time just doesn't seem to move as fast. Everything is a slower pace. I don't think its that I just seemed to have more time I did have more time. Mow I know that sounds crazy but even as we go home now we still seem to have more time. Here it is always rush rush rush. Even on the days that we don't have anything to do, that time together seems to move by a lot faster. I love the fact ,sometimes, that there is always something to do, but sometimes I just want time to slow down.
Often time I wonder if South Carolina is in some vortex or black hole. Because there is just something about it that seems to be untouched by the rest of the fast paced life. I think of South Carolina and oldies play in my head as scenes of my life there past by. That could be my parents fault with waking me up every Saturday morning to the oldies.
