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I have spent my morning, walking the dog, cleaning up dog throw up, comforting the throwing up dog, attempting to soothe the sick dog to sleep, reprimanding a bunny for torturing the dog in her sick state, cleaning a bunny litter box, feeding two rambunctious bunnies, yelling at the bunnies for throwing their food, and absolutely no sleep for me. All before the sun even comes up.
I brought my boyfriend to his first Virginia farm festival and I was not disappointed. The second you cross the farm line you can feel fall coursing through your veins, craving apple cider donuts, hot chocolate, and eyeing the best pumpkin in the patch.
And I’ll admit, I’m not as educated as I want to be on the topic, I don’t always know the right thing to say, but I will say that I am willing to learn more and understand. I know I’ll never understand what others feel on a daily basis throughout their entire lives but I am here for you.
It’s hard as an adult to work all week long and then get to the weekend and not want to cram in seeing friends, going hiking, and hitting the beach. But it’s also hard to survive an entire week after cramming it all in.
There’s just something about families that makes you have that inner need for a drink.
When I was in college, my dad was a guest lecturer – yes, I was that kid – and one of the things he told my class stuck with me all of these years, ‘I learned more in my first 6 months of work than I learned in four years of school.’
I have swam at the Gandy beach, eaten grouper, spent the day at Disney, drank at the sandbar but in the two years I have lived in Florida, I have yet to see an alligator in the wild. So this raises the question is, am I true Floridian? Not yet.
What if my niche is just being Rachie?
I felt as if I was standing in the muggy July heat of central Florida, disgusting, I know. I could feel the mosquitos and gnats pricking at my skin and the ooey layer of sweat that doesn’t seem to let up until Thanksgiving.