It would be the last time I'd dig my toes into the California sand for over eight years.
We thought we'd be back sooner. But you know... life happens, and all.
I was 28. And it felt like the right time. I braved my 10-year High School reunion the night before, and quit my job two weeks before that. Not sure if I was just tired of it all. Or if the grass seemed greener somehow, even in the mountains of North Carolina. But, we were ready for a change.
We packed up the moving truck and while it was driven across the country, we too, set out for a long adventure. Me, in my black Camaro, rewinding Sarah McLachlan's side A so many times, I'm surprised the cassette tape didn't snap. And he in his red Honda Civic, with a stack of Cracker Barrel books on tapes overflowing on the passenger seat. Not only keeping him entertained, but insuring a stop every few states for a "book swap," and to school us even more on some of the delicacies we'd soon get to know well, in the South.
Hash Brown Casserole. Okra. Cheese Grits. Fried Apples. Country Ham. The fixin's.