I was asked tonight why I was in Columbia, SC yesterday. I provided company to my mother when she took Beth and her friends to a MC Chris concert. Let's just say he's not my cup of tea. He's a dirt mouth. Yet, Beth and her friends enjoy the music and the experience meant something to them.
As they were at the concert, my mother and I stayed at the hotel, after the previous mentioned dinner. It was during one of our times between the venue and the hotel that I remarked that Columbia looked nice and maybe I could get a job there. My mother said I should stay here. She remarked there is no such thing as going home. If I moved from Savannah, I'll miss it.
Yes, I would. But I don't think she understand the sense of beauty and home I felt in Columbia. Being a military brat, I don't really have a hometown. I was born in Nashville. After a stint in Kansas as a baby, I spent 8 years in Augusta, GA, followed by 4½ years in Fayetteville, NC. It was around my 15th birthday we moved here to Savannah. Many of my formative years were spent in the Fall Line region. Something in me felt at home last night seeing the Columbia skyline and the rolling hills.
I'm not saying I plan on moving to Columbia. I really rather stay in Savannah. I do know this place the longest and the best. Still, there's a stirring in my soul that wonders where do I belong. One day, I'll find it. I know I will.
[♪ Listening to: "I Like The Way" - Darren Hayes]
Posted by Shawn at December 4, 2005 8:10 PM in General.
