The long legged beagle mix begged for a name so I quickly appointed him Mr.Bojangles. He is an affable and likable fellow that manages to dirty up my clothes with his Tennessee mud crusted paws every time I greet him. It’s different here in terms of how people treat their pets as oppose to the big city. Here dogs are more of a utility than a family member. There’s Penelope, a 11 pound brindle and white meek chihuahua mix that’s ever loving and gentle. Part of a broad spectrum of other canines that lack pedigree. Amidst the baptist churches that freckle the landscape are rolling hills of springtime green trees and backwoods. If you told me I’d be living here year ago I would have written you off as a looney. Getting here hasn’t been a pretty or awe inspiring journey. Nevertheless here I am and likely my life will conclude here. Looking at the U.S. Map at the places I lived throughout my life I am tempted to feel discouraged and unadventurous but I know not to believe that lie. Turning 48, single and living in a rural, economically depressed part of the states is not how I planned it. God has a sense of humor for sure.
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