My Ride Home!

Wow! What a pleasent ambrosial I feel that runs through my body when I ride home to Georgia! Just to see that sign makes me feels so delighted to know that I am only a few hours away from home. When I ride home to Georgia I feel like a child going on an adventure though it's only for an ephemeral time. I sit looking out the windows day dreaming while listening to various oldies and gospel music that my mom tell who ever that sits in the front seat to put in. My favorite part of riding home is seeing the "Welcome to Georgia" sign. I would be in an ineffable sleep and wake up just to ask my mommy "did we cross the Georgia Line yet!" To my knowledge I don't remember missing the sign when ever we traveled. I always woke up to see it to get that feeling of tranquility. Shortly after seeing the sign, I'll go back to sleep hopeing that when I wake up, I will be home! As the sign passes by, I then look out the windows and see the cotton fields, peanut fields, peach orchids and the pecan trees. I admire the history behind it. I remember my daddy taught me how to distinguish the peach trees from the pecan trees while riding on the way to Cordele for some watermelons he would sell! When I finally reach my destination ,I feel at ease from everything, if and only if I am ready to come home. This is what I will feel everytime I go home and when I go home for Christmas break!