Fried Green Ta-maters

This morning Vanilla and I had a the best breakfast... ok.. well, lunch actually. After a very long time, Vanilla was able to make it to one of my family reunions.
It has previously been referred to as the Spring Break Capitol of the World, but home is also the land of a cool breeze, tall pine trees, a beautiful sunset and best of all, family.
This morning, we met up with many of the members of my very large family at a good ol' southern restaurant (also the scene of the horrible disaster also known as my first job).
Going home is something I always look forward to, but is also very stressful.
Having so many people that I enjoy seeing and being around makes getting to everyone as well as having any alone time (which is a precious gem in my book) very difficult in this neck of the woods.
One day, and I say that with very little hope, one day Vanilla may think of planting roots in this special place. Unfortunately, all the running around and demands of seeing everyone in such a short period of time, doesn't leave a fantastic impression.
Vanilla is very patient and is very willing to be a part of all the chaos, but I am not sure if he realizes just how loved he is in these parts.
I have often told Vanilla all the details of my dream home. I have even pointed it out on previous visits. But I think that I have realized that it's not just the house, not even the street (although, it's a nice street), but maybe the dream actually extends to the zip code itself.
Nostalgic as always,
Flippy