I was in VA for 11 days and left with 3 pictures, 5 extra
lbs, 2 bruises and homesickness to prove it. I get a false sense of awesomeness
when I visit because everyone drops what they’re doing to accommodate me and
somehow we still don’t see enough of each other.
Some of my favorite family members came in from the hills of
West Virginia. Mom made me the best carrot, pineapple, and coconut birthday
cake and had my favorite biscuits on standby. My brother and I made my mom the
most horrendous Mother’s day gift, which displayed our lack of artistic ability
better than anything else to this date. I saw my best friend in her soon to be
wedding gown. Dad DVR’d Anderson Cooper for me all week. My friends had a
gathering where I discovered the wine that may make me start drinking my
breakfast. I remembered what it’s like to run hills. A cousin shared something
with me that I will keep safe. I made my own basil hummus which I’ve since been
using as if it’s peanut butter. I missed my Georgia people. Cinco de Mayo was
celebrated the way it was meant to be. A
boy who stood over 6 ft tall with justin timberlake-ish hair and dimples
complimented me all night. A perfect day flew by with my aunt and cousin. I saw
my favorite red-head. I transported a flatulent cat 150 miles.
If I had my own camera (which I keep saying I’m going to
look into, but never do the research – someone get on that for me?), I would
show you beautiful pictures of the landscapes and mountains that are VA that look like paintings. The mountains! You’ll just have to take my
word that the views from all over Bedford Co. are amazing. Some pictures my
friends took instead:
