From Chaos Comes Happiness

(This is a continuing story about a recent trip I took with my dear friend, Peggy, to Georgia. You can start at the beginning of our adventure at  this blog post ,  and continue to read one after another.)  Oh, my friends. When last together, I had just finished my 5th blog post about my "Year of Healing" road trip to Plains and Americus, Georgia. With one last post to write . . . I lost my way for a bit.    It turns out in the middle of healing, sometimes your creative voice stalls. And if there is one thing I have learned in the past 6 months, it is the importance of listening to yourself and allowing yourself the time it needs - when it needs it. I thank you for your patience and understanding. Because, my friends, this trip has had a lasting effect on me.  Allow me, if you will, to bring us back to Americus, Georgia and share my final post about a trip that helped me beyond words.  Wednesday, April 3rd, our second day in Americus. We had already done s

(This is a continuing story about a recent trip I took with my dear friend, Peggy, to Georgia. You can start at the beginning of our adventure at   this blog post ,  and continue to read one after another.)  Tuesday, April 2nd: We woke to another gorgeous morning at the Plains Historic Inn, and took a couple extra hours resting before starting on the next adventure in Americus. That last morning at the Inn was a lovely one, and while we were sad to leave these beautiful accommodations, we knew we were moving on to equally as awesome places.  Plains, you did our heart some good.  And I thank you.  We checked out of the Inn, and took the short car ride to Americus, where we met our dear friend Nicole at her office, and toured the Americus Visitor Center. Nicole is the  Director of Tourism for the City of Americus. (If you don't already know Nicole . . . YOU WANT TO!) She is so knowledgeable about the area and knows all the best places to go . . . truly, she was the best tour

(This is a continuing story about a recent trip I took with my dear friend, Peggy, to Georgia. You can start at the beginning of our adventure at   this blog post ,  and continue to read one after another.)  When I last left you, we had just finished our walk through THE haunted house in Plains, Georgia. Truth be told, we were absolutely fine during that quick look at the house, and how I would have just been GIDDY had a door closed on its own, or something strange took place while we were there - but I am happy to report that other than an eerie feeling , we did just fine.  So, we moved on . . . and our next destination was The Boyhood Farm of President Carter.  Carter Family Farm  Can you believe that I took about 10 pictures of the dining room table (full of "fake" food), and the kitchen and bathroom . . . but failed to take a picture of the actual exterior of the house? I guess that is what happens when there is food around (fake or not!)!  Actually - I thi