So I board my plane this morning just in time for kick off of the Gamecocks' game down in Starkville. I checked my phone to make sure no one had scored in the first two minutes and put it in airplane mode for take-off (yes, I know they clearly state airplane mode does not qualify as "off" - but I have officially decided it doesn't matter). I put my head back on the headrest and closed my eyes - basically assumed my position for take-off that has become more habit than anything. After the awkwardly tall man behind kicks my seat a few times, I doze in and out until I hear the ding that tells me it is okay to turn on my electronic devices. I pop in the earbuds to my iPhone to listen to some music as I stare out of the window at the majesty below me. And that is exactly what it is - sweet majesty. Have you ever stared out of a window on one of those commuter flights that stays low enough for you to make out what is below you?
It's amazing.
I want to shake the people around me and say, "Are you seeing this??" But I digress. A few songs in I hear the unmistakable thumping that starts the one song that can give me goosebumps anywhere, anytime. You see, Patrick Davis uses the beginning beat of 2001 to start his song Just A (Big Ole Cock) and I love it. Now, if you clicked that link and are listening to the song you realize it isn't a remotely serious song, no emotional thing. It's just talking about the Gamecocks. But I suddenly realize, flying over Nowhere, Texas (literally, Texas has a lot of "nowhere") - I'm crying. I'm looking out of the window and tears are filling my eyes because here I am traveling the United States, seeing all of these wonders below me, and there is only one place I want to be. Home.
I can't count the number of times a chapter member has said to me, "You get to travel somewhere different every week? I bet it is so cool to see all of those different places! And it probably gives you a lot of options for where you want to live next year. What's been your favorite city?"
So of course I say that it is really neat, and that it has been such an awesome experience seeing this great nation we are fortunate enough to live in. Then as the words "San Diego" are coming out of my mouth to reference my favorite place, I am really thinking WHERE I COME FROM IS BETTER THAN ANYWHERE I'VE BEEN. I'm going right back there as soon as the calendar flips to April 30th, and you'll be lucky if you ever get me out again. People are nice, the land is beautiful, and it's not frigid until the appropriate season. We HAVE seasons. And mountains. And the ocean. And MANNERS.
And of course I have a little bias. I know everyone probably feels that way about where they are from, so I'm just as proud as any one of them. I am so grateful for this experience, all that it has taught me so far, and all of the people that have come into my life - even though they leave as quickly as they got there.
Because through all of it,
I have so grown to appreciate the things
that I used to take for granted.