A Southern Conundrum

I got to thinking today, it's been almost 5 years since I've lived in the South. It seems unfathomable because it's still so close to my heart. It's still home. As much as I treasure all the people I've met here in Washington & in Utah, I don't think I'll ever feel like this is where I'm supposed to be. I miss my family. I miss my accent...ok, so mostly I miss everybody else's cause I never had much of one. I miss the food. I miss the culture. I miss warm rain & thunderstorms. I miss snow days for 2 inches of snow. I'm not saying I don't love much of what I have here. Having Aaron, no matter where we're at, makes life a little sweeter, & my job is really what keeps me going from day to day. My coworkers, my students - I adore my place of employment for more reasons than I can express & if I were to leave it for any reason, there would be many tears shed. They've been my family away from home. Dangit, I knew I was going to cry writing this. My tears are of joy for what I have, of sadness for what I miss, & of frustration that I can't have them both...