Back in the South (also known as “can’t really come up with a good, snappy, witty title”)

Well, after being awake over 24 hours and finally arriving in Charlotte on Wednesday, we found that the airlines sent our luggage on the wrong flight.  Yay!

The good news is, it wasn’t lost but we wouldn’t receive it until the next day.  Thank GOD they deliver!  However, staying up all night, waiting for the doorbell to ring was nervewracking and then to have the delivery people call and tell us they had no idea where they were was even more mind boggling.  In a punch drunk haze, Howard and I managed to navigate them to a well known landmark here and we just drove to meet them.  We then returned to my memaw’s house, crawled into bed and slept for nearly 12 hours.  Needless to say, the jetlag is now gone.

The weather is beautiful so far, but for this part of the country, it’s pretty damned cold!  You know, being that I’ve lived in Alaska for over four years now, one would think that my body would adjust to anything over zero.  But not so.  It’s cold ya’ll.  Is all I’m saying.  I feel cold.  I’ll be in the Sahara desert next week, if it’s cold there too, I’m gonna be pissed.

I had lunch with Julie today and then hung out with her at her office for a couple of hours.  It’s so cool that each year that I return there, I receive hugs and warm greetings from her co-workers.  She reluctantly let me leave but tomorrow is her birthday and we’re going to celebrate tomorrow night at Mama Jean’s.  God, it was good to see her.  It was fun to laugh until we cried over lunch and I’m soooo happy that I’m actually in town for her birthday.  She’s having a margarita (or a dozen) on me.  Here’s hoping for zero blackouts.

Dusty has already called to check on us and it’s amazing how much we already miss him and the rest of our gang.  How much we miss Alaska.

But as I drive through my hometown, I have a new appreciation for it.  I love that I grew up surrounded by the blue ridge mountains and that all the roads are windy and nutty.  It also makes me a little homesick.  But not homesick enough to leave Alaska yet.  Just makes me happy that my roots are here.

I’ve drank no less than a trillion gallons of sweetened iced tea and I’ve already had my Mexican food fix.  In honor of our usual “steak night”, we’re going out to “The Sagebrush” tonight to have a steak in Susie and Todd’s honor.

In four days we leave for Morocco and I’m both nervous and excited about the whole thing.  I just hope it’s warm.  Warm will be good.

Oh yes, I almost forgot.  When we stopped by our head office in Anchorage on Tuesday, they made us a tempting offer.  An offer that I can’t really talk about right now.  Needless to say, it’s consumed our thoughts and we’re really conflicted about it.  All I know right now is, no amount of money in the world can buy the friendships we’ve made thus far.  Especially where we live right now.

That’s it for now, that’s how the vacation is going.  Not doing much of anything except relaxing and hanging out with family.  (And of course wrestling with “the offer” we were handed)

I’m sure you’ll all read a drunken post from Marrakesh.  Stay tuned.  It should be good.

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