I can not get myself unhinged from Dallas. I am a loner, a homebody who doesn't require a social life but I have concluded I don't want to adjust to living in a small town. I love the small town of Natchitoches and I am crazy about the river right outside my front door, but I could not get used to the inaccessibility of these fancy high end grocery stores available to me here in Dallas.
Chat says I am too snooty for my own peace. Well, I don't know. After all, she's the one who introduced me to this snooty lifestyle. When I am in Louisiana, I am madly in love with the trees, the woods and the river surrounding us and I can walk in to the only decent grocery store in town to pick up pork skins or cracklins and I feel just right. But at the end of the day, there's that missing piece. Again. Paralysis by analysis. Yes. But hey, I am two steps away from being perfect. Yeah right.
The Barn Project: Beginnings - A few months ago I remember walking through the yard and finding Stewart standing, staring at the old cabin and camper. I stood next to him and stared for ...
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