you could never understand how incredible this place is unless you went there.
it might be my favorite place on the planet.
maybe even more than all the islands i’ve hop-skipped-and-jumped around in a free bird kind of way. more than the foreign lands with strange accents and funny food which have impacted my soul and made my brain a bit richer just by being different. and awesome.
maybe even more than the house i grew up in . . . which will always be my home, no matter how far away from it i manage to go or how many months it takes for me to get back there.
we said our goodbyes.
and it sucked.
but we will always have 1108 and the love, the memories, and insanity, the eggs and grits, the laughter, the ballbusting, the maple tree, and the twelve stockings on the mantel.
this will always be the place where our hearts feel happiest.
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Grammy and Papa redoing the basement for us to have our friends over...was so nice..loved the slumber parties with us girls and Grammy making cheese tostitos....also loved how she was scared to come up our old driveway so she'd honk at the bottom to bring me sugar cookies, deviled eggs, and chx soup with rice when I was sick....shed say "hide this, its yours, I mean it don't let anyone eat this but you." And oh the bobbin by papa...good days!
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