The past weekend was a whirlwind for me.
Not only did I visit my best friend,
but I got a taste of a different way of life.
A life where things run a little different.
The small town life.
I have hinted before,
but you’ll hear it again…
My heart secretly yearns for this lifestyle.
Something different than what I’ve always known.
A place where REAL seasons exist.
A place that moves a tad bit slower.
I want her to know something other than bathing suits and flip flops year round.
To wear coats, run through piles of leaves, and know Friday Night Lights.
To horseback ride in her backyard.
To experience a snow day.
To have a porch swing.
See the beauty in small town architecture.
Drive down an old dirt road.
A place where money isn’t priority and life is simple.
People are more conservative. Hearts are protected.