Where's the Magic?

I am a transplant. We've been here one year now and I'm still trying to figure out why it's called the Magic City. It's not because the Magic is here -- that's Orlando, if I'm remembering my basketball teams correctly. It's not because there are a lot of magicians who live and/or perform here -- that's Las Vegas. Why is it called the Magic City? And why do the license plates say "Stars Fall On" Alabama?? Is that from a song? Somehow I always think of Texas when I see that phrase.

When we found out we were moving to Birmingham, I figured out that I have moved 21 times in my time upon this earth. And, no, I'm not in the Witness Protection Program. Not only is my husband an Army officer, but I had the privilege of being a military brat as my dad spent 20+ years in the Air Force. After ironing BDU's ("battle dress uniforms" for the uninitiated) for years, I swore I'd never marry a guy in the military, but what can you do when those same uniforms set your heart to fluttering? Although, in this case, it was the man in the uniform who set my heart to fluttering, but that's another story for another time. From Texas to New York, from Michigan to California, from big cities to isolated posts, from down home country to foreign cities, I've seen a lot of fabulous places and made a lot of friends. At this stage of my life, I wouldn't trade it for anything.

After reading some blogs, I've decided that blogging is a form of journaling -- only with feedback. It's putting into words all those fleeting vague thoughts. When I was first married, my husband used to come home from work and ask me what I had thought about during the day....hmmmm...what to make for dinner? how much laundry I had to do? should I let the dust bunnies multiply yet another day? no, no he'd say, I mean what did you think about? Those are the things I thought about. So maybe in this day and age, blogging is a way to think out loud those deeper and more profound free form thoughts....or it's a way to avoid folding the laundry :-)