at all), but I'm not sure why. It's possibly because I haven't had much of interest going on in my life lately, but I always have things to say. I dunno. I guess I'm just kind of stuck in a rut. Going home to visit my family made me realize just how homesick I am, and that I sincerely can't wait to be able to move back up north as soon as we are able to. I miss the crisp autumn air that comes with September, that we are just now starting to see here in Louisiana. Where are all the colorful autumn leaves? I don't see any here. I miss my mom's cooking, and having talks over tea and House reruns. I miss the ability to pop over to Philly on any given afternoon, a city with endless things to do and see. I miss home.
One of my cousins, who lived around the corner from me, went off to college in Georgia. While I was visiting home, my uncle told me that he thinks he's lost her to the south and that she wouldn't ever move back up to Pennsylvania. He asked if I felt the same, and I can safely say that I couldn't picture myself here for any longer than necessary. I just don't fit in here. I like the way I didn't necessarily live in Philadelphia, but I could go there any time I wanted because it was so close. We don't really have anything like that within a reasonable distance. I enjoy the Southern hospitality I've seen, but I've also seen a lot of bigoted, racist and homophobic comments from people on a regular basis. And forget fitting in around here if you don't go to church. Obviously, that means you're the devil. Obviously. Do you have tattoos? Then you're probably a biker, or trash. Have gay friends? You must want to go to hell. Stuff like that. I don't like it. Don't want to live with it forever, end of story.
So no, I haven't been lost to the south. I'm just here temporarily.