Welcome to the Country

For the record, I moved to Kentucky for love and that is my answer every time someone asks, "What brought you to Kentucky?"  Manhattan born, Jersey raised, you can imagine how much my eyes have been opened to country livin' in the three short months I have been an official Kentucky resident.  I will admit it gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling when the lady at the DMV joyfully welcomed me to her home state as she handed me my driver's license with a horse farm pictured on it.

I've enjoyed peaceful drives past fields of cows and horses and bales of hay.  I haven't always enjoyed the grammar usage. :) I quickly learned that having a lake house or a house on the river is just as accessed and as important as it would be to have a beach house on the Jersey shore.  Everybody's grandma makes the best biscuits and you are still rivals with the people who graduated from the rival high school 10 years ago.

As my journey continues on in love and in the country, I'm sure I will learn more new and exciting things.  For now, I will leave you with this:
You know you are in the country when you drive by a turkey hanging out on the side of the road!