Georgia Part 1

I can't seem to put into words my feelings about my trip this weekend. I've tried to type the blog out 3 or 4 times now, and I can't seem to do it. I don't seem to be able to articulate what I saw on my adventures in Georgia or the way I felt about everything...

But I'm going to try.

When I first stepped off the plane in Augusta, I was tired. I had worked the entire day before, and took a red-eye that night to be Augusta in time for the Bulldogs' game. I walked down the walkway from the plane and came to a window. The other 50 or so people from my plane just hurried on by, off to whatever adventure they had planned for the long weekend. But I just stood there. I looked out this window for probably 10 solid minutes in just...awe. There was the runway, of course, but beyond the runway were trees. Thick, beautifully green trees that stretched as far as I could see. I've seen trees before, but not trees like this. They towered over everything, and looked as though they had weathered the test of time, and had won the battle. They were just... magnificent.

As I drove my rental car to my hotel, I took all of these backroads (thanks iPhone maps for the adventure), and just couldn't believe my eyes. Everything was just amazing. The people waved as they drove. The scenery was an obvious statement of God's awesome glory. And the accents of the DJ on the car radio made me smile.

I did a lot of things over the coarse of three days. I enjoyed my first college football game with people who actually cared. (I'll have a separate blog about that adventure haha) I got a tour and history lesson from two native Georgians all about Augusta and the neat things it had to offer. I looked through countless photo albums at hundreds of pictures, and enjoyed stories of one of my best friends. I tried Zaxby's, which beats Raising Canes, hands down. I went to a drive in, and saw more stars than I've ever seen in my entire life. And I flew home. 

I came back to Las Vegas on Monday afternoon, and again, I can't describe the way I felt. Depression? Sadness? I don't know how to say how I felt without sounding melodramatic. I know that when people come back from a vacation they enjoy, they're usually in a vacation funk. I get it. But that's not how I feel. I stepped off the plane at the D-Gates at McCarran, walked through the baggage claim, and froze. I literally stopped in the middle of the walkway and just froze. Usually when I come home from trips, or when I pick up someone from the airport, I revel in the sounds of slot machines. It's the first sounds of me being HOME. Well, this time, I walked next to my beloved slot machines, and just...stopped. I wasn't happy to hear the familiar dinging. I wasn't excited about getting back into my life. 

I don't want to make this a SUPER long blog post. I know you, sweet reader, have other things to go and do, BUT check back. I have lots more to say about Georgia. I've decided to make this a mini-series of 5 or 6 posts. 

But for now, just know... I left my heart in Georgia.