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Alabama Drivin'

I've been in Alabama over the last few days being with my mother who was diagnosed with breast cancer a couple of weeks ago.  While incredibly scary, it was a small lump and the doctor is confident that he got it all.  They caught it early and we are lucky!  Ladies, please get regular mammograms ...they could save your life.

I did a lot of driving back and forth between the hospital and my mother's place.  I don't know about you, but I do a LOT of thinking in the car.  And while driving around the town that I grew up in, I came to the realization that there will always be a special place in my heart for it.  I spent my early 20's hiding when I came into town, afraid I'd run into to someone that I used to know.  I'm not totally sure why I had those feelings, but I'm sure it had something to do with the fact that I wasn't proud of who I am.  The thought of seeing someone I used to know and not being in the best place personally was really scary.  Not that I was in a bad place, but I wasn't confident in who I was.

Well times have changed, y'all!  I found myself happy and incredibly nostalgic driving around my old hometown.  I smiled at some crazy memories and was in awe of how much the place has changed.  New developments, a new high school and man, those trees are MUCH bigger than I remembered!

It's funny how being a little older and only slightly wiser, but content in who you are can change your view on things.  I can smile and look back on what life was like all those years ago and know that I've come a long way.


"People seem to get nostalgic about a lot of things they weren't so crazy about the first time around."  
- Author Unknown


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