8:30am and my alarm goes off. I hear people downstairs talking and the smell of bacon and biscuits slowly creep up the stairs and into my bedroom.
Shoot, am I the last one up? I quickly hop out of bed and throw on some clothes and new pair of warm fuzzy socks that my mom got me last year for Christmas.
I quickly go down the stairs to join the rest of the family for breakfast. About halfway down, my right foot slips.
Crap, I see it happening, but I don’t know what to do to stop it. So then my other foot slips and the next thing you know, I’m lying flat on my back and sliding down the stairs.
The socks didn’t stand a chance against the wooden stairs.
Everyone comes running towards me and asks if I’m ok. I’m bright red, disoriented, and all I can think of is I want to die from complete embarrassment.
Well…I thought to myself, that’s one way to make a grand entrance my first morning at the farm.
So I finally just got home from my first ever visit to the South! Well…that is if you don’t count New Orleans, but that is a different kind of South. I was really nervous making my first trip out there because it was my first time meeting all of HB’s family. We spent a few days at their farmhouse out in Natural Bridge, Virginia. It was a beautiful home set in the middle of a natural reserve park.
The coolest thing was the history behind the farm. Across from their main house was another house that they owned where Robert E. Lee’s grandfather lived. We took a tour of the house and I immediately fell in love with the old colonial style of the home.
While renovating the house, they found a lot of old pictures between the walls, letters written by a woman to her lover during the civil war, and old tools buried in the ground. It was haunting, full of history, and beautiful all at the same time. They mentioned that they didn’t want to register the home because it will bring tourists to the property and they wanted it to remain private. I loved the idea of us getting an exclusive tour of the home.
We spent two nights on the farm and rode around on the Mule. Don’t be fooled by the golf cart look to it. That vehicle is full of power and climb on just about anything.
When HB and I first started dating last year, he sent me a picture of this bear while he was home for Christmas. I’m so happy to be able to see the bear in person!
Also note the fashionable camo pants and jacket he’s wearing. Enough said.
A little way up the hill, they built this amazing treehouse for the kids. I mean…this is every kid’s dream! I can’t imagine what it’s like growing up on a farm like this as a kid. Sure beats my childhood memories of playing with sticks and mud from our small backyard.
For Thanksgiving we drove into Tennessee to stay at his dad’s house. On the day of Thanksgiving, I met probably around 40 of his family members. It was one hug after another lead by a ton of questions. Where are you from? What do you do? How many brothers and sisters do you have? How did you two meet? I’m not going to lie, it was a bit overwhelming (I’ve already forgotten almost half of their names), but everyone was so warm and welcoming that I immediately felt like I was part of the family within an hour.
I am and now home. In my PJs and will probably soak in a nice hot bath later. It’s nice to wind down after a long and hectic week. I’m definitely a city girl at heart, so nothing feels as good as being home in my little city apartment. But I will tell you one thing for sure…there’s nothing that compares to that Southern hospitality.