Recently, I asked my husband to drive me about an hour and forty five minutes south for our date night. I have been feeling really nostalgic lately, and I had decided that visiting our old home town sounded like a grand idea.

I wanted to bring home a memento from the area to add to our home or garden. I thought plant shopping in our old county would have to do.

Friends, I’m sentimental to a fault. Sometimes it’s a blessing, and sometimes it’s a curse. Thankfully, Rusty decided to go along with it and took me shopping for plants nearly two hours away from home.

I really studied everything as we drove around. Most of the town was as I remembered, but there were some new businesses. It definitely had grown.

While there, we ate at a favorite restaurant of ours. It’s a steak house. Since I am currently a vegetarian, I ate the rolls, salad, and baked potato. It was just as I remembered.

While there, Rusty spilled his drink, splashing me in the face. It was pretty funny, and I told him he’s lucky it wasn’t our first date, ha! (I’m totally joking…if he would’ve spilled his drink on me the first time we went out to eat, I would have stuck around. He’s a keeper!)

Afterwards we drove by our old home, of course.

I think the trip was helpful for me. It helped me to remember the good, and the bad.

Sometimes I totally idealize previous homes we’ve lived in, or at least, this particular home. It’s where we lived when we decided to change our financial situation. This house is what we had to give up to make that happen.

But when driving by, I realized I didn’t want it anymore. The current home owners had cut down a lot of trees to make it a better homestead. To me, being in the woods was a part of its charm. I also remembered things like the huge (for us) electric bill.

It was a good feeling. It probably is best to stay in the present and enjoy what you have, right?

When we returned home (with plants in tow), I tried to take it in just as I had our old hometown. Friends, it is so lovely to me. While it was nice to visit where we once lived, I do like where we are now better.

I never thought that we would be able to live in the North Georgia mountain area. It really is a dream come true for me.

I understand why everything has worked out as it has, and I’m gonna keep trusting the process.

It’s a good process, isn’t it? Stretching, growing, changing. It wouldn’t do to stay stagnant, I don’t think.

So while our walk down memory lane was a good one, I’m so glad to be home.

Now to start planting blueberry bushes, azaleas, and a yellow coneflower!