Neither of my parents lives in the house I grew up in; actually neither of them lives in the town I grew up in but whenever I venture back I still consider it going “home”. One thing that always lets me know I am home is that I completely lose the ability to consume food at a normal pace. Homemade chocolate chip cookies for breakfast, cheese burgers and Doritos for lunch, seafood gumbo and potato salad for dinner. When I leave and return to my little corner of the world (where I reincorporate fruits, veggies, omega 3 fatty acids AND rationale back into my diet) I say that I am going “home”. I’m starting to believe we give the concept of “home” to much merit when all that really matters is that there is a place (or 2 or 10) that you can be yourself.
In honor of Breast Cancer Awareness month I treated myself to one of my favorite D.I.Y accessories….pink on pink on pink on pink hair wrap.
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And gathering the necessary items to makes this happen!
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