I was thinking it would be fun to start a blog titled Vegas to Vernal. Kind of a big city girl gone small town (although if any of you know me, you also know I grew up in a small town). However, I'll just stick with the one I have.
But oh the things you forget about small towns. Or the things I didn't deal with or know about because I wasn't an adult. Now I'm living the other side of it. And am now looking back on my childhood, not upon my memories, but pondering on my mother's life as I embark upon a similar path. Like shoveling snow. I look at that task completely different as an adult verses the child who dreaded when Mom would ask me to come and help shovel the driveway. Love ya Mom!
This is what I get to look at every single day. There are no houses right next door or right behind my house. It is wide open here with cows and sheep and . . . . snow. Lots of it. I am eagerly awaiting spring to see what pops up from the thawed ground. Seriously, what is underneath all of this stuff. And what will the farmer grow in this field?
If you are interested, I'll be posting my about my life in Vernal. Things I like, find interesting or am just not plain use to. Maybe it'll help me wrap my head around this new adventure!
2 comments:
I look forward to reading about all the fun adventures. Vernal sounds a lot like my dads hometown and where they live now :)
Wow! What a change of scenery. Good luck with the new adventures!
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