free livin'

Summertime has come upon us.
I got my B's. I knew they were coming. Inevitable.
I didn't cry, though. Not that bad. I deserved them. It was ok.

Time has been spent ideally since I've gotten home from college.
A trip was instantly taken (the day after my last exam) to Chattanooga to visit my old dear redheaded girl pal. We saw a Shinedown concert and traipsed around the city by foot. Chattanooga is such a lovely place, especially in the warm sunny summer.

Time has been spent seeing old friends (barn party was Monday, dam party was Wednesday), my newly reclaimed boyfriend (traveling from B-wood to C-boro and back numerous times), and dear college friends (even if only for thirty minute increments in a Starbucks parking lot to exchange letters written).

It is good to be home.
Good to be near a stove on which I can whip up some whole-wheat chocolate chip pancakes.
Good to have a big, spacious room of my very own.
Good to have a walk-in closet with a rack that will fit my dress collection.
Good to have roads to run on, trees to admire, birds to listen to, a screened-in porch to eat breakfast on.

And as of yesterday, I am employed for the summer!

Good times.
Good summer.

I love Tennessee. So much.
I love the trees, I love the seasons, I love the birds, I love the hills, I love the people, I love the accents, I love the friendliness, I love it all.
I am lucky to have grown up here.