Before you say that Simon and I have reached a new low in Strange Hat Photography, let me just say that I was overtaken by the Awesomeville that IS Dawsonville and Simon put the hat on me when I wasn’t looking. I mean how could I be looking? I have those huge sunglasses on after all. In November. Indoors.
We are back from our two weeks away in America, and as always I am of several minds when looking back on the trip. There is, and will always be, a huge part of my heart and soul that wanted to stay there and just send Simon back to collect Daisy and Mills and bring them home to the US. This time back I also had a strange feeling that I was in a foreign country, not like last summer when I felt that I was finally back home. Strange that, because I still feel like I’m in a foreign country here in the UK.
I remember before we left thinking how nice it would be to grocery shop in the US again, and commented to Simon how it would be “easy” because I’d know where everything was. Amazing how I was looking for Flora, Tango, and other British brands at Ingles and getting frustrated when I couldn’t find them.
Anyway, we had a marvelous time, including trips to the Carolina Renaissance Festival (my home away from home and huge part of my family of choice), the World of Coke (I tried the Beverly, y’all. It was WRONG.), the Georgia Aquarium, and my 20th high school reunion.
I know, the hat in the picture there makes me not look a day over 10 years out of high school, doesn’t it?
Simon attended his first American football game, and we had a great time the next night catching up with my high school buddies over dinner. It was funny to me how we all came into the restaurant in a mass, then seemed to separate into the same groups we were in back at CHS when it came time to sit down to eat.
I had the predictable and never ever pretty meltdowns over, I think, being a stranger in my home country. One was at Target/Mecca, when I bought on a whim a new duffel bag to replace one of the ones we brought over that wasn’t going to hold all my winter clothes we were planning to take back. I got out to the car with it, and promptly marched back in to return it…only to find that the cashier hadn’t charged me for the carry on that I bought at the same time, so I went BACK in again to pay for that. I should have taken the bag and run, I know, but I love Target and didn’t want to feel like Undesireable Number One (thanks, JKR) when I shopped there in future.
Meltdown two came as we were loading the car, and three happened as we took off from Atlanta in the rain. After a bumpy and cramped ride back to Manchester, we came home to Keighley and resumed life today…if I’m “fun” at work on normal then I must have been a riot today on jet lag.
Clicking on the picture above will take you to the photo album from our trip. Thanks unending to Susan and Dave and Joy and Mom and Dad and Katy and Kurt and Leah and Anne and the CRF Cast and the Hounds of East Fairhaven and the Commerce High School Class of 1989 for a fab time. See you all in March…well, some of you anyway.
I wonder if I can sleep now?