I will NEVER grow a fondness for crawfish, cheese grits, pork belly, excessive humidity, frizzy hair, or sticky skin. I will, however, say "ya'll" to fit in, try the fried chicken, put conditioning masks on my hair every week to fight the frizz, and dance to all the incredible jazz music (despite my lack of rhythm). I've also realized that my heart is in Cali, but that doesn't mean I can't embrace this experience for all that it is and immerse myself in the culture; that Drew is way more of an open-minded, less-judgmental, and possibly a more kind-hearted person than I am, no matter how hard I want to deny that, it is true (he doesn't read this, so I can admit these things). Oh, and he needs a lot less to be happy (which, btw, I'm trying to work on).
And one more thing, I've come to the surprising conclusion that I don't like talking about myself that much, hence the lack of blogging. I'm smart enough to know that you guys don't care when I go on a date, eat an ice cream cone, have a picnic in the park, or anything else that connotates bragging or the picturesque "perfect" life. So I won't give you a play by play of my life in TN, yet I'll write when some new things are happening so my friends and family can get the latest. I guess I'm growing up and realizing that it isn't all about me. What a revelation...
