“You leave home, you move on and you do the best you can. I got lost in this whole world and forgot who I am.
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it, this brokenness inside me might start healing. Out here its like I’m someone else. I thought that maybe I could find myself. If I could walk around I swear I’ll leave. Won’t take nothing but a memory from the house that built me.” –Miranda Lambert
The above photo was taken today on the road to my old hometown on the Mountain Parkway in eastern Kentucky. Lots of Blake and Miranda one the way home, mixed in with some Florida Georgia Line, lol.
I took momma home today from where my husband and I live around 3 hours north west of here. I miss the country life. Lemonade on a front porch (not near as many front porches where I currently reside), the beauty of the God’s mountains that I took for granted for the majority of my life, and most of all my folks and other family here. I think this is where I want to remain.
“Every last one, route one, rural heart’s got a story to tell
Every grandma, in law, ex girlfriend
Maybe knows you just a little too well
Whether you’re late for church or you’re stuck in jail
Hey words gonna get around
Everybody dies famous in a small town!” -Miranda Lambert
I’ve lived in the city for nearly 2 years now and I am more than ready to come home. I feel these lyrics in my veins. Man, oh man am I ever so glad to be here in the mountains, my home. Inside my parents’ home, and my childhood home. This is the house that built me-so many memories and now with so many changes. Thank You Heavenly Father for this life, these precious people who mean so much to me, and above all Your Very Own Son, Jesus, our Savior. Happy Easter weekend everyone!