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4.05.2011

my roots go deep.

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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.Photobucket

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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?

5 comments:

  1. Those photos are really great! Looks like a really pretty place to come back to.

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  2. Home is where it's at:-) Pretty photos! xoxo

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  3. Lovely photos!! They make me want to go on a vacation SO badly!

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  4. AWESOME, awesome, pretty, happy, gorgeous photos!!!!

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  5. i know exactly how that feels. being away from home helps me to appreciate it that lil bit more and has opened my eyes to things i had never previously noticed. LOVE it. Beautiful picture btw.
    I replied to your sweet comment on my blog btw...

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