I can't believe I grew up in Savannah.

Which is not to say I don't appreciate the fact that I did, because I do. I feel bad for people who write Southern people off as "Southerners" because they haven't taken the time to appreciate the details and nuances that make the South really special. But this is the first time I've been home since leaving for New York (almost two years ago) that I've realized that the South is not for me, anymore anyway, and I'll never be back for good.

This is also the first time I've been home longer than a weekend, so I've had plenty of time (there's nothing to do here!) to go through all my old stuff.

When I was in high school...

-I had hair down to my waist and long finger nails... always in a french tip manicure.
-I wore red pleather skirts with brown espadrille heels.
-I was Christian. (Don't have time to get into it in this post, but I can't believe people still believe in God. I asked my friend, "Are people still doing that?")
-I printed out Bible quotes (Matthew 6:34 was my favorite, and I actually still like it), cut them out, then glued them onto neon-colored printer paper for an artistic effect.
-There is also a signed poster from a Rebecca St. James concert (Christian rocker) I went to and enjoyed. God was with me that night. But God was with me every time I felt any kind of heightened emotion because that's what my pastor said.
-I listened to good music, as well as Further Seems Forever, Mock Orange, The Used, Alkaline Trio, and DASHBOARD.
-I also cut out pictures of models and celebrities from my Vogue and W magazines and taped them to my walls. Which isn't so bad, except I also cut out pictures of Faith Hill, Jessica Simpson, and Katie Holmes and taped them to my walls, too.
-I wore fake diamond jewelry. But not in the ironic (ironic isn't the right word but can't think of the right one) way in which I wear them today, but wore them like real diamonds.

Pictures to come on Wednesday because I forgot my camera cord. Check back.