Just to be clear, I’m not talking about these kind of roots.
Even though I have some major roots going on, that are in major need of a beauty shop visit.
I was born & raised a California girl. I proudly claim that I’m a Tennessee girl now, but before that I was (and still am) a California girl. I love Tennessee, I love living in the South. There’s nothing like it. But it’s not where I’m from. I have no reference here as to where I went to school or that’s where I did (X) when I was growing up. I don’t have those kind of places in Tennessee to show my kids. Or share what made me who I am today.
It’s okay. It’s a choice I made to move back here after college, and life now is wonderful, blessed, rich, full & crazy. But I miss & long to see the sunset dip into the Pacific ocean. I miss my family. I miss not seeing all those places from my childhood that are only memories now. I long to show my 100% Tennessee farm boy husband my California roots.
Well, taking this story back about a month or so ago:
(because I know this post is getting long. Especially if you’re A.D.D. when it comes to reading long winded posts, like me)
~ I entered a giveaway on 3 blogs, it was for a vacation package to visit Newport Beach, California, sponsored by Izea.com. (You better believe I jumped at entering all 3 of those giveaways!) Thousands entered, I’m sure most of you saw some sort of reference to it while it was going on. The giveaway had 3 winners, the prize included air + hotel for a family of 4.
Guess who won?
Guess who is leaving next week for Newport Beach & Laguna Beach California?
With her 3 kids….
And her 100% hunk of burning love, farm boy Tennessee husband.