The whole riverfront smelled like fried foods and my jaw literally dropped every time we drove by all of the beautiful historical southern homes. We talked to a man sitting on the porch of a beautiful Victorian house he was remodeling as he tried to talk us into buying the house next door (two pictures up) for $40,000. Sometimes we daydream of owning our own historical money pit, but that day is not now.
I haven't seen a lot of Devin since we have moved here because of his job and studying. I've missed him, I've missed us, and I've missed the part of me that is so much better and happier from his influence. We really needed this weekend.