Home Is Where My Heart Is

Home is where the heart is, well if this is the case, I haven’t been home in over seven years.  My heart resides in the beautiful foothills of the upstate of South Carolina.  My heart is nestled there in the land of the Tiger.  Where everyone knows the rally cry, and everyone is a fan, not just of the team, but of the camaraderie, of the life style, of the tradition.  Tonight I struggle, because I miss home so much, I miss the views, the memories, the electric feeling of football season, the smell in the air when fall is approaching, and my family.  I have days where I just want to go home. Where I just need to be in South Carolina, because things are different there.  It is unexplainable; South Carolina is like no other place I have been. Us South Carolinians have so much pride in our state, in our football, in our people and in our landmarks.  

We go to Myrtle Beach every year for our vacations, despite the fact that everyone down here says Panama is better, or the gulf is better or Destin is better.  I will always go to Myrtle Beach on my vacations, because it’s a slice of happy memories.  For a week or so I am complete, I feel whole, and I can sit on the balcony of our room and breath in that wonderfully salty air and know that I am home, even if it’s just for a little while.

I always said growing up that I wanted to get out of that small Podunk town, I wanted to move as far away as I could because that’s just not the lifestyle that I wanted.  I never knew that one day I would miss that Podunk town, I would miss the Hardee’s biscuits on Sunday mornings, the homes decorated with beautifully colorful lights at Christmas, the sound of the train passing through in the middle of the night, the pride of being a South Carolinian, a warrior, and a tiger.  My heart will always reside in the golden corner, and until the day that me and my heart are reunited, I will be a little bit broken.  South Carolina is where I was born and raised, and hopefully will be where I breath my last breath.  I miss my home.