Coming Back Down

What a whirlwind the past two weeks have been.  Phew.  I have been visiting Georgia, Atlanta to be exact.  There I met the most fascinating people, people who suddenly became a very real part of my life.  In fact, some of you might know them.  One woman in particular, whom I really came to detest, you might know by the name of Scarlett Hamilton, or Scarlett Kennedy, or Scarlett Butler, or perhaps Scarlett O'Hara.  Ahhhh, yes.  You know of whom I am speaking about.  You too have heard of her scandalous behavior, her ruthless selfishness, and her acts of betrayal.  Never have I come across someone who got under my skin in such a way.  I must admit that she is one tough cookie, very resourceful, and tackles life by its horns, but at a very high price indeed.
There were others of course.  Ashley is a wishy-washy dreamer who was very out of his element.  Melanie is forever a lady with such a quiet strength and dignity about her.  Overlooked and quiet, she is the glue that holds her friends together during difficult times.  Oh, I love Melanie.  And then there is Rhett.  Rhett, Rhett, Rhett.  Though his behavior is just as scandalous as Scarlett's, why oh why was I pulling for him?  I was so crushed for him, my heart so terribly sad, as his fate unfolded.  This man calls a spade a spade, he never pretends to be something he's not, and he understands people and can read them like a book.  There's book smart, street smart, and people smart and Rhett was just that.

I will never forget my time spent this summer in Georgia.  The cotton fields, the Southern hospitality, the terrible war, all the things I learned about Reconstruction through the Confederates' perspective, and most of all the people will forever be ingrained in my memory.  What a ride.  What a book.