daMN. Six years ago my family moved to Georgia. I was going to write some long eloquent post about our time here, but the inspo is not coming. It’s still too confusing. Here’s all i’ve got:
Consistency is rare in life and that is why I love the fact that the days of the week repeat themselves and so do seasons and holidays. Because they give us some sort of cyclical familiarity and remind us of our sanity and of our past. Fall makes me sad because it reminds me of my childhood, and I had a good childhood, but it’s still bittersweet and overwhelming to suddenly remember an entire lifetime.
We carved pumpkins every halloween. Everywhere we’ve ever lived, we carved pumpkins. thank you Lord for traditions. God is steadfast like traditions.
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