In the past 9 days, I think I have spontaneously broken out in tears more than I have in YEARS.
WHY, you might ask?
I don't know if it was the pain medicine for my knee, not being able to hop up and do everything that I wanted, the rain (dear lord, I now know that I would not last a month in Seattle:), the lack of sun, the fact that my kids were home all week and there was not much I could do, or the fact that everyone here (during this Fall break) either went somewhere or had family in town. And there I sat on my sofa, with line indention's forming on the backs of my thighs, playing yet ANOTHER game of UNO with my daughter.
The fact is I'm home sick, I haven't been back to Louisiana since February and my heart is hurting. We don't get very many visitors here. The first year, we had lots and every year since, it has dwindled down to, having to dust the sheets in the guest bedroom more than washing them.
All my family back home work full time and pretty much if I want to see everyone, I have to make the 8 hour trip back.
I mean , it makes since right, I am the one who left??
But sometimes I would like to feel like me and my family here in Georgia are worth someone else making the 8 hour trip. Ya know??
I'm rambling, I know and I'm sorry.
I realized this morning as I watched a You Tube clip that one of my friends posted on Facebook about Drew Brees (the New Orleans Saints quarterback) giving a pep talk before the game, that I am in need of visiting South East Louisiana ASAP, he (Drew Brees) ended the pep talk with them all screaming WE ARE NEW ORLEANS and I cried like a baby!
Snot filled, gasping for air, sobbing, that I didn't even feel coming on. And then I couldn't understand why those words hurt so bad.
For goodness sake, I DON'T EVEN LIKE FOOTBALL! I like to cook for it and watch my boys watch it, but that about as far as my love affair will ever go, THE FOOD :)
I am a true New Orleans woman honey, it's ALWAYS all about the food!
So I'm planning my next road trip, probably November.
I've been looking up new music to download to my MP3 player, so when I start my rehab on my knee, I have some fresh tunes to exercise to.
I'm thinking a little Ozzy, will be a good one to start with.
Sing it with me........
Times have changed and times are strange
Here I come, but I aint the same
Mama, I'm coming home
3 comments:
I hear you...sounds like you are on a bit of an emotional rollercoaster. I hope planning your trip lifts your spirits.
And for the record, your neck of the woods sounds delightful...maybe I'll visit?
Now I'm homesick for NO too.
Sending a vitual Turducken, those fried donut things that I can't remember the name of, and Cajun anything.
(Can you tell I haven't had lunch?)
Hang in there.
Hugs!
Always remember that you're not alone!! I have my days too! Your family here is just a phone call away and we can relate better than anyone else!
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