Picayune

by Stephanie Mitchell Edge

Wednesday, November 9, 2011 at 9:08am.

Where do I even start? I feel like I have so many things to say, and not enough time to say it. I know, I’m only moving ... I’m not dying.. But it's so much more than that. I am moving away from my home. My family. My friends that I have had for as long as I can remember, and some that I just met and feel like I have know forever. Needless to say, I am terrified and excited all in the same breath.

This past year. Wow. If I told you how wonderful the people are who surround me are, you would never believe me. I have seen more acts of kindness and selflessness in the past year than most people see in their entire lifetime. Say what you want about Picayune. Heck, I say a lot too.. But the truth is..it is our home. Everyone knows you, knows your business and sometimes that is the thing that will get you through the roughest part of your life. It's those people who treat you to lunch when you can't afford to go, offer a smile when you are down, drop by to give you a hug when you are stressed, or just simply call to make sure you are okay.

I wish I could go through here and list everyone who has helped me this past year but there is no way. You know who you are. Saying thank you is not enough to express all you have done for me and my family. Your support, prayers, concern, acts of kindness, gestures, understanding, patience... the list just goes on and on. I know whereever I go in life I will never meet friends like the ones I have developed by simply living in this little town. I thank God for this opportunity to see more than Picayune, but I also thank him for allowing me to grow up here... and to raise my children here.

I remember when I was younger I couldn’t wait to leave.. And I did... and quickly realized I wanted to come back..lol. Who knows what God has in store for us..but I know that no matter where I go, or how long I stay.. I can always come back home.