I've been admittedly terrible about blog posting the last few months, or year really but I promise that I write plenty in a real life journal and I just keep my overdramatic ramblings to myself. Hush if you think this blog is overdramatic and just close the window. Anyway, in 21 days I leave for a new college and a new town. This is causing much loving on the original home town and defending myself to loved ones by announcing it is the last chance I have to _______!
Yesterday I walked from my haus to the hometown's downtown with LC. It was a little warm and muggy but generally pretty agreeable for this Southern town. We took in the Jeffersonian architecture and ran into too many people we knew and avoided still more (there's a certain tilt of the head that one perfects in small towns, it's just for when there's someone on the other side of the street you don't want to engage with). I was lucky because LC leaves this lovely place soon too and was just as willing to be in awe over everything we already knew and loved.
Early on we walked down a quiet street and heard banjo playing wafting around us. I have a special place in my heart for banjos and we frantically spun our heads around to find where it came from. Soon enough we spied (it did take a little time, since we are both relatively small) a boy sitting barefoot, legs dangling of a high roof top with his banjo. We both bemoaned the lack of camera, smiled at the music and walked closer to downtown.
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