Compare & Contrast

God, it's so easy for me to bitch about how much I miss about Georgia. I then quickly remind myself to shut the hell up and simply look around. I'm 6 months post-move and straddling the line between being settled and still feeling so UNsettled.

This post is dedicated to the moments I have where I miss something from Georgia, then immediately find myself in awe of where I stand at that very moment.

I miss:
The sound of cicadas and crickets
Pimento cheese
Those random ,"What are you up to? Let's grab dinner", texts
Fireflies
Southern accents...all of them!
Peach picking
Being withing driving distance of the beach
My old "go to" bike routes
Sweetwater beer
The smell of rain on a hot summer day
My tribe
Sitting at my best friend's kitchen counter, watching her cook and catching up
Dukes Mayo
Bitching about traffic
Waffle House at my finger tips
Humidity . . . just kidding. I don't miss that shit at ALL.

I love:
My bike shop
Wild flowers, weeds, whatever...they're freaking gorgeous
Being able to be outside EVERY. SINGLE. Weekend.
Breakfast burritos
Hikes!
The kindness of strangers
A 15 minute commute
Cool Summer nights
These views
Breweries
This apartment...OK, maybe I don't LOVE it, but it feels like mine finally
This crazy, bi-polar weather

Georgia will always hold this incredibly special place in my heart. It's where I grew up and planted some roots and came into my own....to a point. Now I feel like Colorado is a place that has become mine, too. Another chapter where I've grown leaps and bounds and if I ever leave, I know I'm at a point where I'll miss it, too.

Life, you are lovely and exhausting and I'm doing my best to not take you for granted.

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