Dreams change

The mountains of North Georgia are my past but still so much of my present. At times I have lived far away and in flat-land, and would long to see the mountains and the green that is only found there. It is probably no coincidence that my favorite color is green in all its many faces. The only place that I have lived that I didn’t find myself missing the North Georgia mountains was in Upstate NY, were the mountains are like a long lost twin to many areas in North Georgia (but with more snow!).

I always thought that I would have a house (really not more than a cottage) on the lake where I grew up someday, for at least a weekend place. I didn’t think I would ever live there full-time but would spend free times there with my children giving them experiences I had growing up. We would spend holidays close to family and friends. I now know that is not to be, and I have mourned my little dream in weeks of late. I even had a rough floor plan of the changes I would want to make to the house I thought we would inhabit to make it work for my family on our little holidays. I dreamed of the kinds of weekends I had seen others who vacationed there have...friends, family and just a merry holiday spirit. But, plans change and people don’t always do what was planned or what they say. You find new dreams.