Now that I'm back here in Alabama I realize now more than ever, despite all the months I've been thinking it, that this place truly is not my home anymore. I feel so out of place in this state and this town that I could puke. All of my friends, acquaintences, enemies have all moved on or gone. They're in their apartments going to their colleges, they're pregnant at home with their 22 year old husbands, or they're marrying junkies and getting addicted to some crazy substance.
I don't know why this is all coming as a surprise to me now. I've always been out of place here. Alabama was never, ever the home for me, and I always knew. I mean, how can you be home in a state where people hound you with the stink eye for having long black hair, full pleated skirts, and dresses with loud, colorful prints?
People in Savannah are always trying to out do each other with their style and their art, but as for me, I'm just happy to be exactly what I want to be in a city that it's ok to do so. I've been able to discover so many sides of myself. Kia the Gypsy. Kia the Vixen. And I'm so anxious to uncover all of the identities that I have yet to find.
I am a Savannah girl now, and I'm proud to be. I love everything about it. I love my city's nature, her culture, her people, her Southern Gothic charm, the way she sparks life into all those who walk her streets.
I never said I wasn't a Southern girl. And now, I'm so happy to finally be home in my true Southern town.
