just because I love whiskey does not mean i need to be on a prayer list
ball’n a biscuit: “good time”
holler: talk to
'pon my word of honor (upon my word of honor): I swear
fit as a fiddle: in good shape
fixin’ to: getting ready to do something
heap big lots: a large amount of
lazy man’s load: when you carry a lot to avoid making multiple trips
I reckon: I guess
hells bells: good grief
what in tarnation?: emphasizes displeasure
dog won’t hunt: when something won’t work
yonder: over there
yellow dog (yella’ dawg) : a coward
Our real estate agent grew up in North Carolina, so we spent a good majority of our time together gushing about growing up in Appalachia.
I’m finally down in Georgia (about 20 miles outside Atlanta) and we’re going to be doing some house/apartment hunting tomorrow. Georgia already feels a lot more like home than Kentucky— so many thick woods which remind me so much of my hometown in southern Virginia. Every one has been so kind thus far, but there is still an intense amount of traffic that I’ll have to get used to (I mean…. INTENSE). There are so many neat “hole in the wall” places and I’m so stoked to check out the music venues and taverns.
Driving through Tennessee today was bittersweet though. I, of course, feel so drawn to Nashville, and seeing the skyline masked by the fog pulled my heart strings a little… a lot. That place is magic to me, and I’m still trying to figure out why that is.
I also drove past Nickajack Lake, Tennessee in the fog and I held my breath. The water level was (what looked like) a few feet below the highway and I felt like I was riding atop the water.
Small, tree covered islands, smooth, glossy water, and mountain tops crowned by fog… that’s Tennessee, man.
I’m scared spitless about my life. I am 100% amazed and confused by it, but it’s in the moments when I see God’s beauty displayed in nature that I hear him telling me I’m going to be just fine.