From: Brandon
Well, here it is…..drum roll please. My first blog post. Ta da!!! When Tara first told me she wanted to start a blog I thought, sounds good as long as I don’t have to write on it. Funny how things change. Anyhow, back to the thought at hand.
The flight is booked and I am ready for the last week of October. I will be off to Lake Charles. Woo hoo!! It’s crazy to think that it’s been 8 months since I’ve been home. A strange thing starts to happen when you move from a place that you thought didn’t have too many redeeming qualities. A place where you were born and raised and spend most of your life. You start to miss it. It’s like that saying “You can’t see the forest for the trees”. I get that now. I know, some might be thinking that I’m nuts and why the hell would you miss mosquitoes, hurricanes, brutal summers, love bugs, the lack of winter and the answer is, I don’t. I don’t miss those things at all. What I do miss is family, friends, the food, drive-thru daiquiris, the southern hospitality (I for one was a big skeptic on this one. I didn’t know it actually still existed until I moved up north). These are the things that trump the bad. These are the things that are important. So, in 2 and a half weeks I will be back home to soak up some of the good.
On a side note, the brutal summers down south are equal to the frigid winters of northern Indiana. Tara and I are on the downward spiral of good weather. The morning news was talking about possible flurries this weekend, blah. Snow is a fun and good until you have to drive in it or do any outside task for that matter. Changing the battery in my truck last winter in sleet and snow wasn’t fun for me. It does make us appreciate the spring though. To give you an idea this picture is from a town about 30 minutes north from where we live. This is a light post, right off the coast of Lake Michigan. I rest my case.
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Well, here it is…..drum roll please. My first blog post. Ta da!!! When Tara first told me she wanted to start a blog I thought, sounds good as long as I don’t have to write on it. Funny how things change. Anyhow, back to the thought at hand.
The flight is booked and I am ready for the last week of October. I will be off to Lake Charles. Woo hoo!! It’s crazy to think that it’s been 8 months since I’ve been home. A strange thing starts to happen when you move from a place that you thought didn’t have too many redeeming qualities. A place where you were born and raised and spend most of your life. You start to miss it. It’s like that saying “You can’t see the forest for the trees”. I get that now. I know, some might be thinking that I’m nuts and why the hell would you miss mosquitoes, hurricanes, brutal summers, love bugs, the lack of winter and the answer is, I don’t. I don’t miss those things at all. What I do miss is family, friends, the food, drive-thru daiquiris, the southern hospitality (I for one was a big skeptic on this one. I didn’t know it actually still existed until I moved up north). These are the things that trump the bad. These are the things that are important. So, in 2 and a half weeks I will be back home to soak up some of the good.
On a side note, the brutal summers down south are equal to the frigid winters of northern Indiana. Tara and I are on the downward spiral of good weather. The morning news was talking about possible flurries this weekend, blah. Snow is a fun and good until you have to drive in it or do any outside task for that matter. Changing the battery in my truck last winter in sleet and snow wasn’t fun for me. It does make us appreciate the spring though. To give you an idea this picture is from a town about 30 minutes north from where we live. This is a light post, right off the coast of Lake Michigan. I rest my case.
Brandon, I have been there completely and know exactly how you feel! Keep your head up and Frost Factory will be here when you get here!
Hi Brandon, Aunt Gayle here. You are a very good writer. I understand how you feel, but don't let it cloud your adventurous spirit that I noticed when I visited this summer. Hope you have a superb time back home this month. Remember Dorothy, "there's no place like home."
Love you.