Waiting to Exhale

I feel like I am a caged animal, waiting to exhale. Only a few short weeks till school is out and the boys and I are on the open road. Like Dorthy clicking my heels chanting there's no place like home, there's no place like home.

Back to the place where no one cares who you are, what you are doing, what you are wearing or what you are talking about. Where the first questions are not about your religious beliefs, instead it is "Hi, darlin' how are you sugar and would you like some sweet tea". Where neighbors greet each other with comments about the weather or the local high school ball games. Back to the place where your front porch and driveways are social meeting places, the curtains are always open and everyone says hello.

Yes, places like this exist here in America is is called the southwest and I love it. Where people talk so slow that you can think about what you are gonna say next because it will take them ten minutes to finish the sentence they are on. Where no one cares what you believe in. Where being an American still holds pride and street dance happen in the summers along with bbq's and children swimmin' in the creeks and ponds. Where there are shade trees to sit under in the hot summer sun!

So, yes I cannot wait to drive over the mountain's and out of the Zion curtain.