I grew up in a small town in Kansas. I haven't been back in quite some time. But lately, my little hometown has been on my mind. Going back is always bittersweet, because time doesn't stand still the minute I drive out of town...things change. I hold dear the memories made there, the piece of heaven (about 50 some acres) that I grew up on, and the beautiful people I grew to know and love. People and places change, but I love the familiar picture of home that lives now only in my memory.
As Brooklyn gets older, and Charlotte's arrival nears, I have been dreaming more and more of what memories of home I want to give them. I must say, I long for small town living. I long for country roads and swimming holes and horses in the pasture. I long for the familiar faces and baseball games and the billions of stars at night. I dream of these memories for them.
I am one of those creatures that definitely needs roots. I am currently living in a beautiful apartment near downtown, right on the river. It has tall ceilings and lots of windows, and its just a short walk to our favorite park. Brooklyn likes our "pardament" and I am trying really hard to make it feel like home...but I can't help but dream of our "someday" home. Lord knows I am trying to be content.
I am going to start a dream board...maybe that will help calm my dreaming spirit.
"You can take the girl out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the girl."
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