So many times I've wondered what draws me so fully to Georgia.  An old friend once told me because it simply is not 'here'.  But that's not true.  It's not.  When I think of Georgia, it brings tears to my eyes.  I can still smell the potent pine trees that are everywhere.  I look in my dreams and they are filled with the sights, sounds, smells, and emotions of the south.  What is it?  I have spoken to people on the phone from Georgia since leaving, and the simple thing of hearing that familiar drawl makes me want to drop everything I have worked for and accomplished here and just go.  Just drive till I see those beautiful mountains and the sign that says The State of Georgia Welcomes You.  Drive till I can look up in the sky and see nothing but blue and white.  Even the air is different down there.  It is so crystal clear.  It is really my home.  More home than any I've ever known, both with a physical place or with a person.  It is such a part of my soul yet I'm so far from it.  Yes, it was my decision to come back to Illinois.  I had lived in GA for nearly 5 years before I came back.  Was it a smart decision?  At this point I don't know.  Certainly there are wonderful things that have happened to me since coming back.  My children are doing phenomanally in school (the school I went to as a child).  I met the man I will marry in about six months.  I'm closer now with my family than I ever was.  Sooooo, why is my heart stuck on the edge of reality... on the brink of dreams.  In Georgia.  And will I ever make it back there permanently?