Like I have mentioned before, Fall and the approach of the Holiday Season tends to spring me into a very nostalgic state of mind. I oftentimes find myself daydreaming of “home” (my old home) and having flashes of images of places I used to visit this time of year.  Though it makes me yearn to take a vacation, I also feel a lot more serene when I get this way.

This morning, the kind of weather we have (granted, it’s because we’re about to get pounded by tropical storm Ida) reminds me of cold Thanksgiving days spent in Dothan, Alabama. They don’t get much colder than here but they’re significantly less humid. Traveling up there from South Florida always felt like such a culture shock when I was little. From Tally to Dothan is little change. Anyway, I get pretty sad thinking that I have no more reason to visit there. I still have a lot of family but the hub of it all were my grandparents and they’ve been gone a few years now. Sometimes I think about driving there by myself, to look at the old places and take pictures so that I can always remember. Even though I have my memories, there’ a fear that those may begin to fade the longer I stay away. I just don’t want to forget.

Where do you remembere and not want to forget?