It's been two years since I moved from Tennessee. Boise feels like home now.
But I will always miss the South. Especially the Autumn. And the lovely views from our little home.
Tonight I miss thunderstorms and torrential downpours.
Lightning bugs and honeysuckle.
Girl's night out on warm restaurant patios.
Savory cornbread and fresh peaches.
Diversity on the faces of our neighbors.
Accents so strong I'd have to translate for my out-of-state guests.
Forests so thick, you'd get lost within a few steps.
Katydids and huge white clouds.
My pretty white home where my babies were babies.
I am so grateful for the 7 years I was a Southern girl.
I think, no matter where I call home, a part of me will always be one.