There was once a girl from the ‘burbs of Los Angeles.
Miles and miles of concrete, asphalt and shopping malls.
And then she went off to college…only 200 miles away…but millions of lifestyle galaxies away.
When she got to the school with a heavy emphasis on Agriculture education, she was shocked.
People wear cowboy hats…like, for real???
She honestly thought they were just worn for Halloween costumes.
She had never heard of 4H.
It was a crazy change of scenery.
But she loves where she calls home now.
In a standard OC-esque ‘burb…on a cul-de-sac even!
Walking distance to Target, WalMart, Home Depot and Starbucks.
But less than 10 miles from her front door, she gets this too:
Wide. Open. Spaces.
Painted the most luxurious hues of green right after the rain.
The Greatest Artist of all time, with His work on display at the biggest gallery.
And this City Girl who had dreams of moving to Hollywood and going into the Film Industry once up a time, called her husband while running suburbany errands yesterday:
“Hey, mind if I stay out for a little longer? I have my camera in the back and I’d like to play with it a bit.”
With the windows rolled down, the sunroof opened wide, and the radio playing loud, she drove around the bend to bask in God’s glory.
In flip flops.
Because this City Girl doesn’t plug her brain in sometimes.
And standing with Old Navy flippies firmly entrenched in fresh mud, she snapped away.
Her pedicure getting ruined.
And made tentative friends with Fred here. Who eyed her down menacingly.
The yoga pants and flip flops giving away that she wasn’t really from these Parts.
And the babies who got up and wandered over to take a gander.
This guy who obviously seizes every single day of the year. All 365 of them.
The Dead Poets Society Steer.
Musing that nothing could make this tree better than a tire swing and a good book.
Secretly wishing she lived in this house.
In a romantic, country way.
Not a realistic, the roof is caving in kind of way.
If she were a girl of 15, with no responsibilities and three littles ready to wake from naps back home, she would probably follow that track just to see where it goes.
Zooming and focusing and trying to stand steady.
Glad no one was around to see her amateur photog skills.
And feeling mighty lucky that she gets to live here…and run by Target on her way home.