Visitors From Out of Town: A Trip to Georgia

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This past weekend my uncle and his family came to visit.  Now, I live in South Carolina and my uncle lives in Washington.  The last time I saw this part of my family was six years ago when my grandfather died. They came for the funeral, had dinner with my parents, brother, and I, then returned home.

This time they stayed for a few days.  Long enough to realize how very much I miss them.  It was a visit full of adventure though!

My cousin, Aunt, and myself went to Georgia to visit my aunts friend.  Let me tell you, it was one crazy trip.

It was like a four hour drive there and another four hours back.  Which wasn’t a problem. I love going for rides.  I love taking in all the different billboards and things that end up on the side of the road.  I even discovered where a haunted house type place was.

Once we got to Georgia we picked up my aunts friend and went to eat.  I stuffed myself like a pig and complained about my stomach hurting.  Then, we ended up at the friends brothers house.  And that is where things got a little interesting.

This man was a strange man.  I was creeped out from the moment I saw him.  I have never met this man in my life and the last time my cousin met him, she was too little to even remember him.

This guys home was in the “basement” of a house.  It was more like the garage turned into a basement.  The floor plan was completely open.  The bedroom, living room, and kitchen were all right there.  No walls separating anything except the bathroom.

It wouldn’t have been too terribly creppy if it wasn’t for the fact that there was not a lot of furniture.  There was a couch that looked like it could have stared in a porn.  A bed…no frame. Just the mattress and boxspring.  And the boxspring was still covered in plastic.  There was a tv in front of the porn couch.  There were selves by the door that were completely empty and I didn’t see a single movie case.

The whole basement looked like the set of a porn.  Or what I would imagine a porn set would look like.  Then, my aunt and her friend went outside to smoke, leaving my cousin and I inside with the friend’s brother.

He started talking and just…something about him made me want to run.

My cousin and I ended up outside with the two women.  My aunt hands us the keys to her car and tells us to be back in an hour.  Talk about small favors! I don’t think she knew how relieved we were to get out of there.  We practically ran out of that place.

We found the closest Starbucks and chilled out, laughing about how uncomfortable we were with the friends brother.  And too soon it was time to go back. Unfortunately, neither of us knew the area well. Or at all…We thought we could make it back. But we failed miserably.

We ended up lost in the ghetto of Georgia.

Now, I do not get antsy around a lot of black people.  I have many black friends and have had black friends all my life.  It had nothing to do with the skin color of the people around us as much as the feel of the place.  Everything was run down, dirty, creepy, unsafe for two females in a nice car that just came from Starbucks.  Again, it had nothing to do with the color of their skin, it could have been Hispanics or whites or a mix of all, I still would have freaked out a little bit.

We were lost in Georgia.  We had no idea how to get back to the guys house and the phone service was a little shady.  All of a sudden a nice car pulled up beside us.  All I could think about was the fact that this was probably a drug deal going on.  Something was going to go wrong, a gun would start firing, and my cousin and I would be caught in the middle.

Yes, my mind does terrible things to me! I’m sure if I had gotten out of the car and asked, someone would have been kind enough to point us in the right direction.  Then again, it was raining and we all know that horror/thriller movies start with rain.  It was a heavy storm coming up too!

Luckily, we got in touch with my aunts friend and got the address.  We threw it into google maps and found our way back to my aunt.  Only, it started pouring to the point where we couldn’t see the road.  Add that to the fact that we had no phone service and you have to chicks just a little freaked out.

You would not believe how relieved I was to be back at the creepers house.  It was a nice adventure, but not one that I want to repeat again any time soon.

We had a nice laugh after and I still laugh about it.  It will be a great story to tell to my kids one day. I wish I could say it was one of those defining moments in my life where I learned an important lesson.  The only lesson I learned was to pay more attention to where I am going.

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