I miss those southern rain storms, sweet tea, and the love-filled life style. Now that I think about it my heart yearns in desire to return. I don't want to come to visit. I'd be coming home to stay this time.
Memories linger in those Tennessee mountains and that Chattahoochee River. How many times we tubed down that cool, cool water and rode up such majestic slopes of God's gorgeous masterpiece. You are my love Georgia clay, warm rain, and the sweet slangy drawl that so preciously rolls off one's tongue. Days are remembered as a child of loving the exact place where I was at: horses, country music, and the affection of my grandma sittin' on her front porch. Never will those memories diminish.
Life has become hectic and boring at times. Days run together, school overwhelms, and I cannot seem to find even a few moments to sit down and smile. A time will come, I remind myself, that I will return home with my family and my heart will once again be full. As I wait for that day I try and find my place on Iowa soil for the time being.
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Rachel-your writing is so great. The way you right is so calming and relaxing. Sounds like you really love the south. :)
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