home is where the heart is

i hate georgia. i hate atlanta. i hate the south. hate hate hate. i hate it all. it's country as shit, everyone's fat and the men are only checking for each other.

i'm kidding. somewhat.

when my parents said they were moving to georgia, i thought they were kidding too. and then the house was built. and then we started spending holidays there. and then my granny and i were standing in the driveway waving goodbye to the homies in the packed up Windstar, and we turned around to enter an empty house. they straight up peaced on us.

now i'm not mad that they dipped because they're happy and they've got more space and my dad hates on New York like he didn't live here for over twenty years. what i'm mad about is that atlanta is so damn wack. for the past five years that i've been visiting the city and the burbs where my fam now resides, i still don't understand the hype. i have yet to have some incredibly amazing, memorable time that could solely be attributed to atlanta. all they do down there is throw bows, superman hoes and ride in blue lambos.

i just can't.

and yet, i do. because tomorrow, God spare my life, when I wake up at 6am to be super on time for my 8:30am flight, when I try to sleep to make the 2.5 hour flight go by faster, when I touch down and call my mom to tell her I've landed and when I try to not catch an attitude with her as she hasn't left the house yet because she doesn't seem to realize that we're no longer living 5 minutes from JFK and therefore she has to actually leave the house before I land, i'll get picked up in one of three red vehicles with 1-5 occupants. we'll exit the highway onto some country main street with every fast food restaurant you could possibly name. we'll make that left into Weatherstone and slowly come upon the house on the hill. home. where fahjah will only ask "chicken or beef?" because he knows the rest. where mahjah is on the phone telling everyone and the telemarketers that her big daughter is back. where linda, flonase, goat boy, and me, susie, can form a complete Rock Band. and where I try to fight the urge to move.