I was born in Laguna Beach, California. That’s a beach town in the southern part of the golden state. When my mom was waiting for me to arrive, I just have to believe a few angels got my paperwork confused and handed the Lord my earthly documents in a hurry. God just saw “south” and launched me out to “south-ern” California.
You see, God made a terrible mistake. I should NOT have been born in southern California. I should’ve been born in THE SOUTH.
I’m not one to question God, but living on the west coast all my life did make our move to Middle Tennessee all that sweeter. Since I was raised in the Bay Area and spent the last twelve years in the Sacramento area…well, I was ready for a slower pace, sweet tea, front porches and manners.
I believe there are a lot of you gals out there like me.
You love shabby country charm and farmhouse photos. You decorate in burlap and mason jars while secretly wondering what it would be like to drink from one while sitting on the tailgate of a pickup truck and watch fireflies dance along the tall grass.
Yeah, I get you.
Each week I’ll share my different adventures in the south. You may find me posting on foods from these parts, and any other southern stuff I find pretty neat like county fairs, bonfires and hometown parades. (It’s true: I did attend a festival in the tiny town of Bell Buckle where the guests of honor were King RC Cola and Queen Moonpie.)
I can’t wait to show you around these parts. If you need a refresher on how and why we moved from California to Tennessee in the summer of 2012 then click HERE. Now, get ready to add a few more reasons why you may want to move here, too.