Carry me back to ol' Virginnie!

As I listen to the howling of the wind outside our house, I am reminded of the glorious summer days in Virginia when there hardly was any wind, and if there was, it was hot and hardly refreshing. But I am also reminded of the rainstorms we used to have. The wind would blow the rain horizontal. I remember the last full day we lived in Virginia. It was the wednesday before we drove west and it was late afternoon. It was a glorious sunny day all during the day, until it started getting eerie and the wind started to blow, the sky started to blacken and the rain started to poor. I was visiting my friend for the last time in her house before she moved as well, to Korea. I ran back to the car where my other friend, Saya, drove me back home. We slowly pulled out of the reserved neighborhood and turned right onto a business road when the buckets of rain were blocking her vision. We slowly drove through it but it got worse and started to blow harder. We got scared and pulled over to wait for it to slow down. After waiting for a few minutes, we decided it wasn't going to slow down, so we'd just trudge through it. We made it to the light to our neighborhood when it went out, leaving a confused intersection of cars. We hoped the electricity didn't turn off in our neighborhood! We made it home and to our dismay, the lights had gone out. It was a very funny situation! Here it is, the last night we'd spend in our house and the electricity was out and it was storming outside! Well, our sweet neighbors, who knew we had no emergency flashlight or candles in the house, came over and gave us some so we could do last minute cleaning. What an interesting experience on our last night there. I knew this would be our last huge rainstorm for a while, our last night without electricity for a while, the last time Saya would be in our home, and the last time our neighbors would show us acts of kindness in our time of need. I loved our home, I loved our neighborhood, and I loved the people in the east. That was a glorious night to remember, of my last accuaintance with my dear neighbors.
My neighbor, Paul, whose my age- whom I'd never gotten close with, made a great impression on me when they gave us some cookies and flashlights for our home. He and his dad, my former Geosystems teacher, told me that when they were in Seattle for vacation, they had a waitress who reminded them of me- they said she was sweet, genuine, and cheerful. I was glad that even I could make an impression among my neighbors, and not just my parents. I will miss all of the friendships I was able to make in the area.