Feels Like Home

Look what I found while driving home this evening! Seriously, this is about 10 minutes around the corner from me. It's a cute little quiet spot in the middle of a nice neighborhood in Greensboro. Had no idea there were places like this around.

I'm really getting settled around here. Greensboro is a rather poorly planned city like Starkville, only on a Jackson-size level. Ok, it's not as big as Jackson, but it's much, much bigger than the Star-patch. Anyway, I've been learning a few of the backroads and how to avoid traffic in certain areas, and I'm really starting to feel more like a local. And I like that. I'm even addicted to the local news (only I prefer the Winston-Salem station to the Greensboro one) and watch it every morning at 6:30 and just about every evening at 10.

Life is pretty good. I painted my apartment (Glidden's purple foxglove - don't go by the online version because it's a lot more purple than blue), and I'm pondering a career change. Me? Fickle? Noooo. But yeah, I'm really, really, really considering culinary school. There's a pretty good program at the local community college. I've wanted to go to culinary school for a long time, and I love nothing better than throwing a party and feeding people. Still in the pondering stages, though.