i know it’s technically called “spanish moss”, but like other things we Southerners identify as our own, i call it what i want: “southern moss.” there is something truly magical about a big ol’ beautiful oak tree covered in long-hanging moss. it’s one of those images that will always and forever remind me of the best parts of being from the south. because there are good parts, ya know. even being from Florida. i know, i’m pushing it, but just rock with me…
to say that 2014 has been a big year would be a gross understatement. to briefly fill you in…i’ve been doing a lot of living, working on a book and some other creative projects, traveling a ton, and oh, i got married.
after reading the article, Don’t Date a Girl Who Travels, and finding it relatively accurate but a bit negative in tone, i found this wonderful rebuttal piece. and while both articles feel familiar to me, there’s something to be said about this (sometimes painfully) honest and vulnerable take on the same idea.
enjoy, fellow travelers.
"not all those who wander are lost." - j.r.r. tolkien