And my heart will always be in:
When I was a kid, we lived right there where that fleur de lis is. That’s still where my parents live. Lake Charles if you’re wondering. My grandparents lived two hours north of us. Almost every weekend, mom would say “We’re going home this weekend.” I always thought home was home . . right there in Lake Charles, but home to mom and dad was always Sabine Parish and they still have a second home there and go often, though my grandparents are long gone. They have aunts, uncles, brothers, sisters and old friends there.
I now know how they felt. Louisiana feels like home to me. It’s where most of my good friends are. It’s where mom, dad, my niece and her family are. It’s the people I feel most comfortable around. Even when I’m in Louisiana and with strangers, I feel more at home than I do sometimes wherever we’re living.
Don’t get me wrong — it’s not that I’ve been unhappy in MO or KY, or that I’ll be unhappy in TX, it’s just different when I’m in Louisiana. For the most part, the people here are so nice and the food is unbelievably good. The weather, though hot and humid, is what I’ve known most of my life. Will we ever move back to Louisiana? Probably not. It isn’t Vince’s home state and those not from Louisiana generally don’t feel the same way about the bugs, the humidity, and all the other things those not from Louisiana complain about. I believe Chad will end up back living here some day and I’ll visit him often (if he lets me) but I’d visit him often no matter where he lives.
So . . if you’re not living in your home state, do you really miss it? Do you wish you could move back there?