Big world, Small Town Treasures

Before I moved to the city, there was a time when  I was a small town girl. As I made my way through Eastern Washington, I knew I had to stop by the place where I had spent a good portion of my life. You know, the type of small town where everyone knows each other, your kids grew up together, and there’s the same grocery clerk that’s been working there for over a decade. It’s crazy, driving through how little had changed and yet so much was different. So much had stayed the same but wait.. is that a new Verizon store, a new fro yo shop that wasn’t there before? I saw this charming small town through different eyes, since I no longer lived there anymore and called this place home. I was now a visitor, an outsider.

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Memories, people and places can hit you like a ton of bricks. A lot of mixed emotions, some that made me smile and some that brought tears to my eyes. It’s one of those, you can come back to visit, but don’t plan on staying. I knew I had moved on, things were different, and I was a whole other person now. What if I had stayed? I wouldn’t have become who I am now.

I used to drive past this sunflower wall daily. To be honest, I don’t know how long it’s been there but definitely as far back as I can remember. Nestled in the back parking lot of a quaint little neighborhood pharmacy, it was a forgotten treasure of this little town. It wasn’t until I moved away, that I finally took a picture here.

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Change is good, change is scary. I stepped into the big world and in a lot of ways, I wasn’t prepared for it. But that was then and now I don’t have to wonder anymore, what if? But what if I could fly.. and I did.

Thank you for letting me share a part of my world with you. I’m living my dream, one dress at a time.

  • What I Wore:
  • Blue Midi Bodycon Dress by Amazon

 

In a world full of pants, be a dress ~ Jules

 

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