Hello Reynolda.

Aside from the mountains, Reynolda's finds itself at the top of my list when it comes to wandering around NC. This place is beyond near and dear to my heart. Two summers ago, I became a fan.

My Aunt and Uncle introduced me to this place and immediately it caught hold of my heart. Like a fish on a line.

Soon after - I came with a couple of friends from Youth Group. I was sitting on a bench with some mildly attractive guy with a head of red locks stuffed under his hat and my friend went to take a picture of us and he put his arm around me and I maaaaaay have scooted like ten feet away. Excuse my inexcusable run-on. I was an awkward person. Still am sometimes. But I'd say we've come a long way, peeps. Who needs personal space? Oh, you wanna lick my face? That's cool. Go for it.

We just recently visited again - now that the weather's cooperating. We sat on some picnic blankets, walked down to the greenhouse, and photographed the crap outta some cactuses. The earth was green and spinning - like it should be. And now I'm waking up in the middle of the night scribbling in the dark about how mom's old house used to have the same smell that I love... freshly cut grass and rain. 

Lately, I've been stuck on some sort of nostalgic train. It's got me flipping through old pictures and reading through my old notebooks. My mind filling up with memories and faces I haven't seen in nine years. Wishing I knew half of the stuff then that I do now. Then taking it back and thinking that may be a horrible idea. Then hitting myself in the back of the head about ten seconds later saying it doesn't really matter. I know what I know, and don't what I don't. Ka-peeeesh?

Excuse me, I was giving myself a pep talk.