As always, Atlanta is a seductive mistress. I have never gone to visit my sister and not had a passing thought about moving to the city. It could be the fluffy white dog that refuses to wake up to an alarm clock and snuggles harder into the crook of your arm. It could be the slightly warmer weather, no matter what time of year I visit, and being able to walk to most destinations. It could be the social network of friends that my sister has and how they are always so welcoming when I visit. It could be the Flying Biscuit.
But really, I think it's being able to stay up late talking to my sister about whatever thought enters our heads at midnight. Receiving a gift that only has meaning for us. Having the not so quiet time in the car when we're singing to our favorite old and new pop songs. Or baking a cake that turns out a little less than perfect. It's missing out on these moments together, from the mundane activities like washing dishes to the more exciting stuff like hiking Stone Mountain, that make the idea of moving to Atlanta so appealing.
I always have a hard time after a visit. Whether it's her visiting Maryland, me visiting Atlanta, or going on Family Vacation in North Carolina. The day before we're ready to leave and return to our normal lives is always the worst and I have about three or four days after where I just feel lost. There is this very important part of my life that isn't where I want it to be. My life is full, I have wonderful things going on for myself, but it just isn't complete. This is the only way I can think to describe it. I don't know for certain that being in the same city with my sister would be the answer to a lot of the issues I've been having lately. But I know that things make a lot more sense when we're together.
Home can be a lot of things. For me, that feeling is where ever the two of us are together.
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