I did it.
I finally took my husband to my hometown. The town that built me. The town that made me who I am today. He had no idea what he was in for when we loaded up the plane and took off for California.
Another check off on that #30Before30 list I’ve been chipping at.
You see, hubby and I come from very different upbringings. I am from humble, small beginnings. He grew up in a big city and went to a big school. I graduated with 48 very close friends.
So he was shocked to see how small my hometown is, how itty-bitty the school is, and how isolated my home was. But I think deep down he loved every minute of it.
We shot guns with the family, ate apple pie at the local pie shop, visited my first job (a candy store), and had a chocolate shake at the soda fountain.
It was so important for my man to see how I grew up. I think he better understands me. I think he sees where my passion for people comes from. The place you grow up in always stick with you.
Lucky for me, I had a wonderful town to grow up in and an even better family to raise me in it.