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Friday, March 21, 2014

Home, home on the range

That picture right there ^^ that's my parents barn.  Its also a picture of the only thing they might love more than their kids, you know what I'm talking about, their John Deere tractor. 

I grew up in Middle of Nowhere, NC.  We moved around a lot but we were "horse people" which, if you are a horse person, you know what I mean.  If you aren't a horse person then the simplest way I can put it is no matter where we moved, I still spent most of my time in a barn.  As someone who basically did grow up in a barn I can tell you I'm personally offended by the statement "Close the door! What? Did you grow up in a barn!?"  because anyone that did definitely knows the value of keeping animals on one side or the other of a firmly closed door!

Okay now that I've aired my grievances about door closing and assumptions regarding persons who grew up in a barn, I can get back to the matter at hand, my home town!  Every now and then I definitely miss it, I miss my folks, I miss the fresh air and the long growing season.  I miss the friendly faces and the great cooking and I absolutely miss my horses.  

You know what I never miss?  If you're out of butter the closest store is at least 30 miles away.  If you're out of butter past 10pm then you're SOL because there are NO STORES that sell butter and are open late.  If you love to bake, you know being out of butter is basically the end of the world.  My world ended a LOT.  Especially after 10pm.

But man on man, those cute horses, how they can look both majestic and idiotic at exactly the same time, I'll never know. 

Anyways, I now live in suburbia, there are at least 5 grocery stores within 10 miles of my house, 2 of them are open 24 hrs.  There are many things I love about suburbia but its definitely not "Middle of Nowhere NC."  To give you an idea of what I mean I've included a "before and after" of sorts for my life, I had to redact anything that might give you an idea of the name of the actual town because my folks still live there and my dad is rather security conscious, something about someone stealing his leather pants in the 80s... I'm not sure he ever recovered.

In closing, I'll leave you with a photo of Shane on my Ma and Pa's precious third child, their John Deere, you can tell he's thinking "Man I wish I grew up in a town half as cool as this one!"

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