One of the best parts about living away from where I grew up, is visiting home. It's such a warm feeling coming home to familiar faces, streets, and sights that I know by heart. I've always had love for the simple details that are often overlooked, but my sense of appreciation has grown infinitely. This is partly due with age but mainly my experiences in life thus far. Marriage, moving away, completing college (graduation date 28 of may!), even blogging have all opened my eyes to greater depths. No matter where I am, I feel so happy to call this place home.
Driving through scenic routes with green rolling hills, quirky palm trees, quaint towns passing old-fashioned brick buildings, sweet ole' victorian homes, fruit stands with the people I love is something I could get used to. Rummaging through all my mom's vintage items of fun sized records and playing with the cats, Peanut & Popcorns is da bomb diggity. How did I ever get so lucky?