SOUTHERN IDIOSYNCRASY

I never imagined coming home. Coming home. What exactly does that mean? You see, 25 years ago, I was born in a little city on the southern border of the heart of dixie and lingered there for only three years before I moved away to Tennessee. I resided in TN for approximately 18 years where I made some lifelong friendships and memorable experiences, but yet, I still made several hurtful mistakes that made the time there seem unjust for me. The wrong career selection, the wrong matrimony, and the wrong faith. So, I dusted the snow off my hollow shoulders and left to settle my tired feet in the white, crystal sand beaches of the panhandle of Florida. Only one hour from where I originally was born. I lived carelessly for a year or so mending my oats and with the help of my father’s wisdom, I entered a promising career that will live through me now independently with broad, numerous choices and places I never dreamed of. I later found my faith, and with the help of God’s love, I now am engaged to marry the one true love of my life. Although I pay dearly for miscalculated mistakes and numerous accounts of sin, I now know true love and happiness and see it’s possible journeys. And last evening, I found myself affably with the man of my dreams and his family celebrating happiness next to the bay of water where I was born. Somehow, I made it home.