Rocky and I discussed our move to Nashville for years and years. There were several images I had in mind when I fantasized about our life in Tennessee.
|Relaxing on our Front Porch|
But sometimes our reality is a little different. Our home resembles more sharecropper shack than southern bungalow. Our days are filled with near-90 degree temperatures in March, bugs the size of Texas, and burnt chicken. And then there are those nasty opossums.