Thursday, February 5, 2015

GET READY FOR CHEESE!

GOOEY GOOEY CHEESE.
I remember being 17 and obsessed with blues music and bayous and southern accents and giant trees and bbq and back porches and all forms of southern romance. I daydreamed about taking a greyhound bus to Georgia. I had it all planned out. 26 hours wasn't that long to spend on a bus right? My dad outrightly refused. No. Nope. Never. A 17 year old girl taking a bus by herself across the county? He couldn't think of anything worse. I may have gone across the world a couple of years later, but I waited until I was 25 and could go with my pops before returning to the state of tall trees, red dirt and peaches.

(EXACTLY twenty years later at my second house and my first school.)





2 comments:

  1. I remember when you wanted to go on that trip! Thanks for listening to your dad and not getting kidnapped/murdered. Also, these pictures are adorable!

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    1. Hahaha those were the good ole days Bee! It might have also been the same time we were in love with Kanye West and Akon. :)

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