a windsor wonderland

A few years back, I was chatting with a stranger on a cruise about how I grew up in Michigan, not far from Canada. I explained how my mom used to hop the bridge to visit occasionally and really loved it. The stranger turned his nose up at the thought of Windsor, Ontario being a great place to visit. He was from another more popular part of Canada and insisted there wasn't much going on in that part across the Detroit river.

Until that moment, I had high hopes for the moment I finally got the chance to visit for myself, but I let the dream fizzle after that conversation. The last few times I've gone home to see my family, the idea kept popping up in my brain - like a postcard from the dentist. I'd think yeah, I should probably go, but not right now.

Well, let me tell you, I finally got back to the dentist after way too long away, and I finally made plans to cross the bridge to the Great White North. 

And I loved every minute of it.

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taking in the views

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renovations ahead

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Sometimes we manifest. Right?

There is a place in North Georgia I have only ever visited a few times. It's a scenic lookout with gorgeous views during the fall, especially when all the leaves are changing.

Last time I went, exactly ten years ago, in November 2014, and a couple days after that day trip, I got a call that my father unexpectedly passed away. One moment I was living the young, carefree life of a twenty-something, and the next I was taught how all the sweet moments in life often have some bitter ones on their heels. 

There was a shift for me that season. More loss followed. I threw myself into the hustle of building my budding freelance portfolio and prayerfully made it through to better days. But I haven't been back to see that gorgeous view... until recently. 

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you're like really pretty

The dog days of summer dragged me by my edges this year.

But thank God, they're still in tact.

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