For those of you who aren't aware, my favorite weather is when gray skies mask all traces of the atmosphere. The moment right before it rains, when you can smell and practically taste the rain coming? Yeah, the ideal time for me.
Today as I was noticing the weather, I got a bit upset. In Lilburn it's currently still bright blue skies with a few plain white clouds. The sun shines just the perfect amount aka not enough to give me a headache. Some would say it's beautiful weather, and I would most definitely agree. Although not my very favorite, there's nothing bad about a day like today. The birds are chirping and the bees are buzzing; it's pretty in Thrillburn. I was upset because as I looked up and around, I saw Georgia trees that I usually love- big and vibrantly green, but I felt something that I don't usually feel. I felt completely trapped. Immediately I tried to think of all the things there are here to do that no where else offers like us: sweet tea, country music, beer, southern hospitality, Helen, fishing, four-wheeling, Jeeps, accents. Those are all things that I consider a part of me, my everything. I looked up and almost felt like a misfit at that point. All I wanted to do was escape to two places, preferably at once (though impossible). First, I wanted to be at Manhattan Beach in Los Angeles, California. Second, Times Square in New York City.
I suppose the places I want to go to are understandable. The beach is where I was born, and there's so much excitement in the ideal city lifestyle. There's nothing wrong with that, right? But I can't help but hate that I hate being here right now. What's worse is that there's no real reason why I should be opposed to Georgia.
It's so weird when the things you are most comfortable with become something that makes you cringe. Maybe I'm over thinking. Let's just write this off as a random moment of hatred and do what all girls do best...blame it on hormones. :/
