I don’t think I’ve ever really been short of words on my own ideas and whatnot; then again, I’ve really never been so limited in my daily endeavors.
At the end of this month, I’ll be returning home to Maryland. I’ve been long awaiting my return home – but to be completely honest, I’m going to miss the South. I’m a big-city guy, and while I miss home and can’t wait to return, I don’t know that I won’t miss Louisiana as much as, if not more than I miss Maryland at the moment.
But the fact remains, nothing is remaining here for me. The duty which called me here in the first place no longer exists, and the duty for which I remained after that, neither remains. The only thing tying me here is to tie up the loose ends in the situations which had drawn me to Louisiana, and after that, I’ve got some family here who aren’t immediate… and no friends. I’ve got my immediate family and my best friends in Maryland, and I’d be better suited surrounded by them on my future journeys.
But it’s crazy how a place you come with no intention of slotting into can begin to feel like home. Maryland has a safety net of familiarity, family, and friends… but here in my neck of the woods in Louisiana, I feel safe in almost every sense of the word. I don’t look over my shoulder when I pass someone and clutch my knife, I don’t feel uncomfortable driving around here… if I was looking to live somewhere I wouldn’t have to worry, this would be where I turned.
But my mission is to find my way elsewhere, and I want to get as much out of my friends and family in Maryland before I do get there. I know I’m a true southerner at heart – but I’m a “Northern” city-boy born and raised… and I much prefer to head back to that environment with my friends and family…