Blue ridge mountains, shenandoah river
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze
Country roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads
John Denver
This song has always held a special place in my heart. And now at the current stage where I'm at, no other song seems more appropriate. The song didin't actually place him on the map but it did allow him to explode internationally and people could all hum to that song during the day he ruled (at least thats what my mom tells me).
Home is always where the heart is and at the dawn of a new opportunity for me, I feel that I really am at the crossroads. This blog began as a testing experience and a chance to pick up on basic html but it has opened a new door for me. To where I do not know. It could be my "country road" or it could be just a mirage. Either way, I'm happy with what you can find in small unexpected packages. Life is just that full of mysteries and paths you never knew you would end up treading. This is to the deciding week of another twist of my life. Wherever it takes me, I hope it leads me "home".
Until more rebellious postings, dezza!
Home is always where the heart is and at the dawn of a new opportunity for me, I feel that I really am at the crossroads. This blog began as a testing experience and a chance to pick up on basic html but it has opened a new door for me. To where I do not know. It could be my "country road" or it could be just a mirage. Either way, I'm happy with what you can find in small unexpected packages. Life is just that full of mysteries and paths you never knew you would end up treading. This is to the deciding week of another twist of my life. Wherever it takes me, I hope it leads me "home".
Until more rebellious postings, dezza!
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