Here's my HOMEtown:
Yeah, that's an armpit. It's a random armpit I pulled off of google images. I learned alot finding this picture . . . bareback armpit sex. Really? I feel like I need to go brush my teeth. Eeew. My hometown is kind of an armpit. I was really glad to move away. Still, it is what it is . . . .
Now, I live 3 hours away from the armpit. In a conservative place where there's a church on every corner and most folks are friendly, but quick to judge. Had I not met and fallen in love with MOTH, who had a stable job in this territory, I would not live here. There's not a doubt in my mind. But, since I DID meet MOTH and did fall in love with him, and we did agree to build a home and family here, this is where we live.
I've always been a bit cryptic about exactly where I live, and I sort of prefer that . . . but here's a picture of nearby scenery that I do appreciate on a daily basis:
I venture up to 'them 'thar hills as often as I can . . . . to breathe. We hike and fish and take pictures. The kids chase chipmunks and play nature spy. The area is very beautiful!