Some say moving back to the town where you grew up in can be nostalgic. I’m finding out how true that is when children are involved.
My husband and I grew up here in little ole Effigham. In the city, Savannah, Effingham residents were often the butt of country jokes. Granted I could certainly recognize the underlying truth to most of them. Most houses had a hitch attached to them, and more cars were on cinderblocks than tires. As a kid, I couldn’t wait to leave this place.
But now, as an adult, I love the slow pace. The quietness in the mornings. I see stars at night and hear birds in the morning! My husband and I joke that it’s almost like we’re camping, lol. Plus Effingham has really sprouted. More conviences and luxuries. And I don’t stick out SO much when I go out in my heels.
Though what really struck a heart string was when we were driving around and hubbs saw the park he used to play in when he was a kid. “Yes! They kept the scary slide!” he celebrated. So of course, like any loving wife I asked if he wanted to go play. “Yep” with a smile.
So here we are, playing on the exact slide my husband barreled down when he was a kid. :)