Once upon a time, there were 6 girls, scattered in different states: Arizona, Florida, Indiana, Minnesota, Oregon, and Tennessee. Lots of things happened in between their first steps and first dates and first jobs and first dances, but they all found themselves in Tennessee. And they all prayed for friends. And they found each other.
That's the dust jacket summary of our story, anyway. It's a good one so far. A real page-turner.
When Kyle and I moved to Nashville, I thought an awful lot about job applications and brunch spots and unpacking boxes, but the thoughts that took up most of my head space were: Will we ever make friends? Will we ever belong here?
I remember sitting on a bar stool in the Cool Springs Starbucks, crying (but trying to look very cool about it, of course), applying for jobs, and asking God why he made us leave our comfort zone and families and move to a place we knew NO ONE. It had been a few months, and it felt like no good had really come from the move.
But months later, here we are, belonging.
Not long after my caffeinated cry in Starbucks, we joined a small group through our church with five other couples, and it was easily the best decision we've made since moving to Tennessee. Us gals and our guys hit it off so well, we went from awkward acquaintances to close friends as quick as a NASCAR pit stop. Just a few weeks in, we were already planning a girls getaway. Boogity, boogity, boogity! Let's go on vacation, girls! (In the slightly adapted words of Darrell Waltrip.)
So last weekend, we did it. We packed up our cars with food and sweatpants and games, and drove down to Leiper's Fork, TN. We booked the cutest little Airbnb (Tin Roof Cottage), where we told stories and painted our nails and ate tacos.
Saturday morning, we stumbled onto the porch in our pajamas, wrapped up in blankets, and squeezed 4/6 of us onto this sweet little white porch swing. ^^^ I vote every morning should start that way.
This little cottage was full of details. From door knockers to porch lamps to candy apple red appliances, we were ooh-ing and ahh-ing all weekend long! (And the owner was so sweet and attentive. I can't say enough good things about Pot N' Kettle Cottages.)
I mean, COME ON. A Studebaker in the dining room? This stuff belongs in dreams and magazines.
^^^ This precious red Scout just HAPPENED to be driving by this little white church, and my heart nearly stopped.
Old cars, American flags, and little white country churches. No better combination.
Saturday morning, we walked to Sugar for breakfast sammies and coffee. They have a wall of mugs with names on the bottom for locals.
New life goal: get my name on one of those mugs.
An outhouse? Oh, no. This is the original Leiper's Fork jail. Yes, JAIL.
When I was in 6th grade, I remember clipping an article about Leiper's Fork out of Country Living Magazine, and putting it in my folder of pretty things (the original Pinterest). I felt such a connection to the community and the charm. I never dreamt I'd live this close.
There's a Mayberry police car along the side of the road as you drive into town, and community bonfires ablaze at all times, for anyone to enjoy. And if you're lucky, you'll find a jar of marshmallows and s'more supplies, free for the roasting.
Aimee is getting married in a few weeks (!!!!) so we loved on her a little with some gifts and games.
Chubby Bunny was a big hit. ^^^
Until next year, Tin Roof Cottage.
(And every year after, 'til we're wrinkly.)