Down Home

So life is pretty good. I have an amazing dog who lays by my side all day and will continue to do this for the next sixteen years. Not to mention she looks incredible in her "this is why i'm hot" shirt. Thank you Target. I usually feel a little sad being all alone in this big house but lately i've been embracing the lazy day. I just returned from Germany one week ago. For two weeks I learned the lifestyle of Berlin and Munich. Both were incredible cities but there is too much to even talk about. If you want an idea you can read the Munich maymester blog that I am a part of. As much fun as I had and as much as I would love to return to those beautiful cities, there is something to be said about the south. In another country, I must admit, I didn't like fessing up to being from South Carolina when asked where in America I was from. However when I stepped off that little plane with it's brake problems, humidity gave me a bigger hug than even my mom could have dreamt of giving me. It was so nice to feel the warmth and see the people I love. And the next day I had the tallest glass of sweet tea and for the first time in a month my thirst was quenched. I will never ever again do South Carolina wrong... it's home and it always will be and it feels great to be back. I've finished up the class and now I am moving forward with my job at Recon Sportswear and an internship at Salty's. I am looking forward to this the most... I get to work with Whitters and hopefully go to trade shows. I'm sure there is a lot to learn from these people and I can't wait to get started and give them my best. Plus I think they'll appreciate the video I took in Munich of surfers on the river. It was absolutely crazy. Perhaps I'll post it later. And after spending days at the lake with my mom and my best friends I realized that I feel truly at home... and i'm replaying the OAR song in my head these lyrics couldn't fit my life any better at this point..

"There are few things pure in this world anymore,
and home is one of the few.
We'd have a drink outside,
maybe run and hide if we saw a couple men in blue.
To me it's so damn easy to see
that true people are the people at home.
Well, I've been away but now I'm back today,
and there ain't a place I'd rather go.
I feel home,
when I see the faces that remember my own.
I feel home,
when I'm chilling outside with the people I know.
I feel home,
and that's just what I feel.
Home to me is reality,
and all I need is something real."