Friday, February 17, 2012


I love the home that The Mr and I share.
Although it may not be a mansion, it is ours.
We have each other and that's most important.

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However, I don't think I was quite as prepared for leaving my hometown.
Yes, I'm aware that I only moved about 30 minutes down the road.
But still, my parents, my siblings, my nephew & nieces, my Mamaw all live in Franklin.
I think I took for granted that I could see them whenever I wanted.
I'm slowly feeling as if I've lost a part of me because I don't get to see them as often.
I knew marriage/moving was going to be an adjustment, but I hadn't prepared as well as I thought.

I can handle living in "mustang" country.  (I'll always be a Panther at heart.)
I can handle the insane traffic caused by WCU traffic.
I can handle living in the boondocks with my man.
However, I'm struggling with missing my family.

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Don't get me wrong, I still talk to my family quite often.
But there is something about seeing them in the flesh that does something for the soul.
I am thankful that the distance between us is only 30 minutes opposed to 30 hours.
It could always be worse.
I love you, family!

1 comment:

  1. We do miss you too! I was excited to get to see you today. Love.


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