We've arrived. In the south. In the bible belt, where you'll find a church every couple hundred feet. We've arrived in the land of fried green tomatoes, sweet tea, and 90 degree heat in March.
I'm back "home", the place where I can't help but giggle and poke fun at my slow paced surroundings. *dum dee-dum dadum dee-dum* Where the world seems to have taken a step back from the rest of life, the rest of reality. At any given point you'll see a rifle rack in a back window of a truck, a rebel flag waving proudly, dogs running free, and children playing barefoot in the yard with no parents in sight.
And still, I'm back "home", with the slow pace of life I can't get ever seem to find while stuck in New England.
Jeremy left on deployment Friday. For 6 months. Kyra will be 2 when he comes home.
To speed things up, I chose to drive home. Because sometimes it's the slow pace of life that will make Jeremy's coming back seem that much faster.