Give me a tin roof, a front porch and a gravel road...that's home to me.
What could be better than a tin roof, a front porch, and a gravel road? Add some sweet tea to it and it's delightful. Just thinking about the people in my life who have contributed to this part of me...(disclaimer, this post has lots of dot dot dots) You know how you have friends that you can stay on the phone with for hours at a time and talk about nothing, or sit on a swing and be silent and a million words are spoken without using words...how you can walk on the beach and not realize how far you've gone and when you stop you're miles away...those nights in college where you'd just lay on the bed talking forever about who knows what...that's what world I'm in at this moment. If only I could stay in it without the responsibilities of the the 'real' world coming in. I could talk myself out of it with thoughts about money, purpose in life, being responsible and a grown up, or I can sit here and reminisce about the good ole times. There's a reason I fe...