i dont travel much, because i am a 20 something year old and trying to get by on a server salary. north carolina is what i call my first “big girl trip”. i paid for everything on my own, found someone to watch my apartment and cat, had pick up and drop off at the airport scheduled, and even scavenged a local ross to find some cheap luggage. there is not much here in north caroina i suppose but to me this is everything.

something is healing as i sit here blogging while my feet feel the grass underneath me and the sun on my cheeks and i feel alive again. its weird what growinng up will do to you. i always imagined in my twenties i would be in new york or boston or chicago or somewhere where there is culture but for the past two summers i have found myself in a field somewhere in north carolina. i feel happy here and i deserve to feel happy without feeling guilty, at least sometimes.

ill lean back and let the warm sun wash over me and ill listen to the birds chirping and the wind blows through the trees and my hair and suddenly im ok.