I have a nice little drive to and from work, from Montezuma to Fort Valley.  On my way home this evening,  I got to thinking about fortunate I am that I live in South Georgia.  We have grass fields, corn fields, cotton fields, pecan orchards, peach orchards and woods.  I mean the woods, not forests because this is the south and we have woods not forests.  I just can not imagine living in a place that doesn't have grass and trees.  I like living in the "country".  A little over a year ago, we moved to "town" but it's still the country.  We live in quiet neighborhood and we have good neighbors.  Montezuma is a nice place to live for me. Life is just different here, a little slower pace than living in a big city.  Yeah, we have to drive 30 miles to get to decent grocery store or a good restuarant,  but that's ok.  I love it here. I have lived in  Macon County longer than I have lived anywhere else, since I was 15.  I haven't always loved it though.
  When I was 15, my dad became the pastor to Faith Baptist Church in Oglethorpe.  For a while, we drove down every Sunday and Wednesday for services.  I was ok with this arrangement.  But my dad had other plans.  He decided to move us here, against my will of course.  You see,  all my life I had live within walking distance of my grandmother and now he was taking me away from her.  I fought him hard, and begged him to let me live my Granny but he won and I had to come here.  I thought I was coming to the end of the world.  I was leaving my Granny and all my friends and going to a place where I only knew a handful of people.   I hated it.  But before long I started making some friends.  I met my future husband ( he and I really didn't care other when we first met but that's a story for another day).  Needless to say we fell in love and got married and started our family and my parents moved back to Byron.  The one that fought the hardest to not move here stayed behind.  It's been 29 years so I consider myself a true Macon County resident. 
  I wouldn't trade life in a small town for nothing in the world.  Everybody knows everybody,  knows me or Ricky.  I can't tell you how many times I have been called Mrs. Rick.   People have a hard time remembering my name but they know I belong to him..  I used to tell my kids that they needed to be careful who they messed up in front of because they would be surprised at who I know and who knows me.  I told them that their mama knew people they would never believe she knew. 
  I feel very fortunate that God has placed me here.  I am a firm believer that God puts us where he wants us and this is my place,  my little corner of the world.
  Well, that's enough of my rambling for now.
  HUGS and KISSES