You can take the girl out of the country….

but you can’t take the country out of the girl.

I grew up in the country.  And spent most of my time trying to figure out how to get out of the country.  I wanted to be anywhere but there in the country.

And now, after spending years living in various cities and suburbs, from one end of the United States to the other, I love heading back to the country.  There is something about this scene that brings a peace to my heart.  A familiarity.  And though this is nowhere near where I grew up, it feels the same.   And I find this ~ you can spend most of your life running away only to find when you get far enough away that you actually liked it over there.  That it is a part of you that in no way can be denied.

Here.  There.  Trying to find focus somewhere in between.

xo

A