Home

Visits home are never long enough. I always enjoy the quietness and stillness of going home to the country but surprisingly it's hard to sleep when it's so quiet. I've gotten used to the sounds of the city putting me to sleep. But I had a great time back home with family. Distant cousins visited from NYC and Baltimore and we went on a trail visiting the land where our ancestors once lived. We rode on the back of my dad's truck soaking up the sun and scenery. We crossed an old bridge  that I thought for sure would fall in, but we made it across safely. We spent the rest of the weekend catching up on life, over good food of course.