I start missing dirt roads (God knows why because they rattle your guts and kill your vehicles) and wildlife. I miss rodeos and wearing starched Cruel Girls with big belt buckles and boots. I miss horses even though I always fall off them. I miss being tired from working hard out in the elements all day (yes, I know I’m extremely lucky I don’t work outside this summer! My heart goes out to y’all that do!). I miss junky old pick-ups. I miss going to town and running into at least five people you know. Yesterday we went for a drive out in Piedmont and I saw four jack rabbits in a field. I stopped the truck in the middle of the road. I thought I was going to cry. Not normally prone to histrionics, this was a sign. First, it’s a sign that I’m possibly crazy and probably hormonal. Second, it’s a sign that I was raised eleven miles down a dirt road and I got brainwashed. Or heart washed. I gotta find a way to get home.
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