Over the River and Through the Woods
♫Over the river and through the woods, to grandmother’s♫….. Wait, let’s try this again. ♫Over the river and through the woods to Dara’s house we […]
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Moving to small town America has opened my eyes to many things, but it does not define who I am.
New roots.
Fresh ideas.
Endless possibilities.
Yep, this is my backyard.
Looking out at a golden corn field, (not ours), and watching it being harvested, is just one of the many exciting, new experiences of my mid thirties. Who would have ever thought I would end up in… RURAL AMERICA?
Welcome home.