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I'm up north this weekend visiting my family on the way up I was driving and Jason was in charge of the ipod and he played Kenny Chesney's song, "Back Where I Come From." I've always loved that song and was actually going to make a mini-scrapbook with some of the song lyrics. Here are the lyrics:

In the town where I was raised
The clock ticks and the cattle graze
Time passed with Amazing Grace
Back where I come from
Now you can lie on a riverbank
Paint your name on a water tank
Or miscount all the beers you drank
Back where I come from

Back where I come from
Where I'll be when it's said and done
I'm proud as anyone
Back where I come from

We learned in Sunday school
Who made the sun shine through
I know who made the moonshine, too
Back where I come from
Blue eyes on a Saturday night
Tan legs in the broad day light
TV's, they were black and white
Back where I come from

Back where I come from
Where I'll be when it's said and done
I'm proud as anyone
Back where I come from

Some say it's a backward place
Narrow minds on a narrow way
I make it a point to say
That that's where I come from

That's where I come from
Where I'll be when it's said and done
I'm proud as anyone
That's where I come from
Back where I come from
I'm an old Tennessean
And I'm proud as anyone
That's where I come from
That's where I come from
That's where I come from

The song really me realize how much I miss it up north. There's not a million people around...it's slower paced...people actually talk to you...aside from the people I miss the openness of it....

As I'm sitting here writing this (Note: I wrote this in a journal first, and am transferring it over to my blogs.) I'm sitting on a bench that Grandpa made, it's sitting on the deck of the playhouse that Ma and Carol built. The deck overlooks a field with woods behind it....the first crop of hay was recently put up and there are the big round hay bales sitting in the field. (I will post a pic as soon as I get back home.) It's a beautiful day....it's in the high 80's, sunny, a slight breeze whispering through the trees. The only sounds I are are the breeze, the rustle of leaves, birds chirping, an occasional cricket, and an occasional car going by.

That is what I miss. The ability to leave the house, walk down the hill, and be in peace....the quietness....I feel at home here in the country. That is what I crave, and something I can't get in Roch.

Growing up, I never thought that I would leave Pine County. I've lived there all my life and never even dreamed of moving away. Most of my friends and cousins talked about getting out of here and moving to the cities or Duluth, or anywhere but here....me, I never did.

I've always dreamed of owning an old house on some land...having trails in the woods to walk on...being able to sit outside, enjoying the beauty that God has created. So peaceful, serene without all of the hustle and bustle. Walking outside barefoot....taking an outside shower in the cool mornings, the steam rising....sitting on a hill watching the sunset over a field..sitting on a blanket in the sun reading a book...being able to have a bonfire on a Saturday night and inviting friends and family over to enjoy it...being able to go family birthday parties.....being able to pick up the phone and call a high school friend to come over....I dream of just packing everything up and moving...starting over...back home...in the country.....if only it were that simple.....