Trip Notes: Devil’s Fork State Park
It’s a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood
If this title has you humming the theme song to Mr. Rogers, then you’re in the right mood for this post.
When someone hears the word “neighborhood” it usually conjures a warm fuzzy feeling or a “I wouldn’t go there even if I had an armored car” sentiment. It evokes a strong feeling, either way.
But how many neighborhoods (outside our own) have we truly experienced? How many neighborhoods in our own community do we pass judgment on or completely ignore? I don’t know about you, but when I travel to a city I specifically seek neighborhoods rather than tourist areas. Why? Because if you want to understand a city, that’s where you’ll find its heart & soul. When it comes to my own hometown, however, I’m woefully ignorant.
Leave the Diva at Home
On an upcoming trip, I’m going to be roughing it. I will truly be sacrificing some comfort. I will be…
traveling without a HAIR DRYER!
Don’t judge. This is seriously a sacrifice for me. If my house were burning down & I had to choose between my hair dryer or toothbrush, I’d grab the hair dryer. I have short, bi-polar hair & I just never know what mood it will be in from day to day. I look terrible in hats, so I can’t cover up a bad hair day. Hence my dependence on this large unwieldy tool.
I rarely travel with a hair dryer because I purposefully select lodging that has one. Conversations like this can occur in my household: