Wednesday, June 21, 2006

I've gotten brave in my old age. There was a time I wouldn't venture out on my own exploring. Something about it makes me nervous. I suppose it is because I'm not used to handling everything on my own. I met my husband 1 month after I left home, we were engaged 3 weeks later and married 7 months later. I have never really been on my own. I encourage my children to experience life, but as they will tell you, I temper it with strong warnings about guarding their safety.When we took our last business trip to Cherokee NC, while my husband slept, I took off and explored the Blue Ridge Parkway.I drove up to 5250 ft elevation. Tame by Rocky Mountain standards, but by Smoky Mountain standards, pretty nice. It was a beautiful day, and I could see for miles. I spent my youth in the flatlands of southern Alabama, on land that my family has owned for about 70 years. I love that place, but when I saw these mountains for the first time, I felt as though I had found my place. I've lived here in Tennessee as long as I lived on that land in Alabama, and like they say, home is where your heart is.

1 comment:

sonnywalk said...

I know what you mean,sis.I'm still stuck here in the flatlands but there's just something about the mountains when we come to see you that feels like home.It could be that past life thing calling*lol*,maybe I need to explore it.