There's no place like home, there's no place like home...

Kind of weird, this feels like home now. I went to Florida for my sister's graduation, just got back last night, and I felt like a stranger in a strange land there. After only 8 months here! I was hot the entire time (and it's only May), and I missed the mountains. I took a couple of walks, one at 8 p.m. and another at 8 a.m.--hot both times. I did enjoy people I passed saying hello--no one does that here. I got to see a gorgeous sunset, the sun a red ball of fire over the beach, and I loved being able to wear shorts all the time, feeling the warm breeze caressing my pasty white legs; but when I got home last night, and I could smell Puget Sound and the air was crisp and clean--ahhh. We'll see if this becomes my longterm home--who knows. I got a book for my bday, and the author was raised in Atlanta. He talked about some of the racist underpinnings of the South, and although I knew some of it, some things surprised me. I imagine every region has some type of sin that becomes part of that culture--but Southern racism is so longterm and deep, I wonder if it will ever be free of it. I'm glad I'm here.