Nostalgia
Driving home last night this wave of nastalgia washed over me and for the first time in seven years, I wanted to go home. Back to the south. Back to Louisiana where things move slower and no matter what happens you always manage to get everything done and still have time to sit back and relax with your friends.
And it's possible that things weren't the way I remember them, but the funny thing about nastalgia is it covers everything in this rosy glow and home doesn't seem like such a bad place any more.
I miss being able to walk into a coffee shop and fall into good conversation and give someone a massage. Then go shoot some pool and finish the evening at someone's house sitting in the living room watching movies, or singing bad country.
I miss the love. I miss my people (my peeps, yo) :)
This isn't to say I've never missed anyone down there, but I've never missed the state. The environment. The actually being there. I've missed people, and I've tried in veign to get them to come visit so we could relax together. But I don't think it's possible to relax up here.
Life moves too fast. Too stressed. Too focused on goals and destinations. I think it would be hard to have what I miss from home up here, even if all my people were with me.
Well, that's my story. or my ramble for the morning.
And it's possible that things weren't the way I remember them, but the funny thing about nastalgia is it covers everything in this rosy glow and home doesn't seem like such a bad place any more.
I miss being able to walk into a coffee shop and fall into good conversation and give someone a massage. Then go shoot some pool and finish the evening at someone's house sitting in the living room watching movies, or singing bad country.
I miss the love. I miss my people (my peeps, yo) :)
This isn't to say I've never missed anyone down there, but I've never missed the state. The environment. The actually being there. I've missed people, and I've tried in veign to get them to come visit so we could relax together. But I don't think it's possible to relax up here.
Life moves too fast. Too stressed. Too focused on goals and destinations. I think it would be hard to have what I miss from home up here, even if all my people were with me.
Well, that's my story. or my ramble for the morning.