It was good to spend some time with my Mom and to catch up with family friends and help out with the business, but I have a hard time breathing in the city. By the 3rd day, I'm beginning to hyperventilate and this pretty much is my mantra the entire time I am not on my dirt road:
Believe me, I praise God each and every day for letting me live this lifestyle. I was born in Frankfurt, Germany for heaven's sake. Isn't it cool how he gives us the desires of our heart? As soon as I turned down my dirt road last night, those windows came down and I threw my arms out...well, actually only one arm since I was driving, and belted this out. I could breathe and that 30° fresh air was glorious!
I can be social when I have to be, but a fish can only be out of water for so long before you would be smart to throw it back in. If you don't, it's going to take matters into it's own hands...well, fins...and slap you with it's tail in order to be released, and I like to think I'm a nice gal and really prefer not to do any slapping.