Every year, about this time of year, I get home sick. Not the wishing for a good piece of fried chicken or bbq home sick. The wishing I was still a kid, dreading tobacco picking and happy the pool is open home sick. I guess home sick isn’t right. Longing for simpler (read: less responsible, at least for me, times).
I am not sure why June brings that out in me. Maybe it is because my birthday is in June. Maybe it is a week until fireworks and the daylong eat fest that is the 4th of July celebration in my hometown. Perhaps it is all of those.
We are still two months until football season, baseball is still dragging its way to the All-Star break and it is finally hot here. Not that I am complaining. Actually, that might be why I am home sick. Folks here are ready to roll up the sidewalks because it is finally in the 90s. Yeah, it is warm and humid. Get over it. I’ll take this over eight inches of snow and the mid teens. For the high. I often get asked if it is like this where I am from. I like to say this is a nice May day where I am from, adding that people don’t complain about the weather there the way people here do. I then will turn the heat up just a little, for fun.
So to all of you in South Georgia, go to Summer Waves. Eat at Willie’s Weenie Wagon. Go to Jerry J’s for breakfast. Fish the Satilla. Play a round at Lakeview. Hang out at Flash Foods in Patterson. Enjoy the weather for me, since mine will only last a few weeks.
Oh yeah, tell Momma and them hey, too.