I love living in Texas, don't get me wrong. I don't really ever see myself moving back to Mississippi. But, I love coming home. I don't get to see my parents near enough and talking to Mom every day is just not the same as being home. My company has expanded their campus recruiting to Mississippi State so I got a free trip home to help out.
I flew in on Sunday and headed straight to church after a quick stop at the house to change clothes. Dad was all in an uproar about how horrible "State" (MSU) played the day before, knocking themselves out of the SEC Tournament. I always joke that I rarely heard my dad say a cuss word growing up... and when I did it was 99% likely that it was because some State team was on TV and had just done something stupid. Anyway, it was a nice welcome home... getting the play by play of the last few minutes of the game and how State lost a decent lead due to stupid fouls and missed free throws.
Going to church is always a great homecoming. My parents have been members of
Briarwood Presbyterian Church since sometime in the 70's. James and I were born members of the church and spent much of our lives at church events. When I come home, I sometimes feel like I'm a movie star. Everyone at that church thinks of everyone else's kids as their own. I had a huge second family through the church. So, they are all so glad to see us when we come home. It's always a delight to see "Miss Virginia", charter member of BPC. Miss Virginia was the Sunday School teacher of most of the children of the church at some point in our lives and loved us all like we were her own. Everyone wanted to know "How's Texas?" and I got lots of nice compliments on my new hair do! :) You know that feeling of just being "home"? That is really what its like to go back to church. Jackson is my home, Briarwood is my home and no matter how far I go, that will always be true.
After church, we headed to lunch at the one place that Ryan and I both must eat each time we are back in Jackson...
Keifer's. We met one of my best girlfriends, Ashley, and her little boy Jackson, for lunch. The last time I saw him, he was just so tiny, maybe 6 weeks old. He wanted nothing to do with anyone but his mom. But Sunday, he was all smiles and let me and my mom hold him all through lunch. He was just so cute. It was a great lunch... Pita Mozz with Feta dressing, Chicken Gyro with Feta Dressing, Ashley, Jackson, Mom and Dad. Can't get much better than that. Ryan really missed out!
Sunday afternoon Mom and I ran some errands then came home to catch the end of the Rockets game. Yes, I am a Texan now and I love my Rockets who were in the middle of their winning streak... going for 22 that day, and they won. The church had a crawfish boil that night so again, Ryan was jealous. Keifers and Crawfish all in one day.
Monday, Mom and I had lunch at her favorite Japanese "fast food" place
OEC (mmm, the pink sauce and the fried rice) and I headed to Starkville for our MSU Recruiting trip. I do lots of driving in Houston because of my commute but the drive from Jackson to Starkville is just so different. So few cars, not much to look at other than trees and road. It was a nice change of pace, though sort of boring too. I couldn't find much on the radio other than Rush Limbaugh, so I channel surfed most of the way up there.
After our information session Monday night, my coworker and I went to have dinner at the Cotton District, a local restaurant/bar. It was a good reminder of small town Mississippi. Our waiter had the typical southern drawl and was just as nice as he could be. I ordered a
Michelob Amber Bock, one of the few beers I like. I credit the like of it to Keifer's because that was one of 3 beers they served for the longest time so its what my friends always ordered. Its hard to find at bars in Texas as most only serve
Shiner Bock, a Texas Beer. The waiter came back several minutes later and apologetically informed me they were out of Amber Bock. When he saw my disappointment he said "Try a
Southern Pecan, I promise you'll like it. And if you don't love it, I'll buy you something else." Aww, Southern Hospitality at its best. Southern Pecan is a Mississippi Beer so I gave it a whirl. I enjoyed my beer, it was good, not quite as good as Amber Bock but it was good.
Tuesday I drove back to Jackson in time to have lunch at
McAlister's with Dad. We had a nice visit and didn't talk about State basketball the whole time :). And then I made my trip back to Houston.
I love the South and I love Mississippi. I love not having to ask for Sweet Tea, they just know thats what you want... and every restaurant has it! I love not sounding different than everyone else (and yes, in Houston, I get the "I love your accent" comment all the time). I love seeing Mom and Dad. I love sleeping in "my" room. It's just nice to go "home".