Moving to the Country, I'm Gonna Eat a lot of Peaches.



It’s gorgeous here. The sky is open and the land is wide. There was a time in my life when I was obsessed with that Dixie Chicks song, “Wide Open Spaces.” At the time I was headed on a new adventure of moving back to California, but this time as an adult. I was going to be away from my immediate family, and I was ready to spread my wings. That’s what you’re supposed to do in your 20s, right? I can remember driving up PV Drive and playing that song, with the hills to the right and the ocean to the left. It was a beautiful life. 

Fast forward through some heartache, and a move back to Arkansas, to today. Now I am starting a whole new adventure. Marriage. Not just marriage, but marriage in the country. I grew up all over Southern California, and in Southwest Little Rock. Now I am living in a small town with about 850 other people, most of which were born and raised here, including my husband. He grew up on this land that I currently occupy. He has memories here that amaze me. I am in awe of the things he has done in his life on this land. Things I have never heard of, or imagined. I have learned many things from him and I know I will learn much more. I never thought I’d be in love with a country boy, and I am so happy to be with him. I want to document this wonderful adventure and I thought this would be a great way. I want to be able to look back at these words with the amazement of what God has done. 

My husband looks at the world in some ways the same as me, and in other ways differently. He sees every bird, flower, and all things nature. I'm much more aware of people, and objects. You learn to be that way when you grow up in a large city. I'm learning to see the birds. I'm able to see the stars for the first time. I notice the fazes of the moon each night. I am in true wide open spaces. There is room here. Room to live, room to love, and room to grow. I feel like I'm spreading my wings in ways that I never knew I needed to. People say marriage is hard, and they're right. It's also wonderful. Yes, you have to bend sometimes, but there is reward. Having someone to share life with is a beautiful thing, just as I thought.

Until next time!
XO,
T





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