Back in the Bluegrass
Well, here we are – 8 a.m. on a Thursday, and guess what? We’re back in Kentucky. The second we crossed that state line, it felt like home wrapped us…
Well, here we are – 8 a.m. on a Thursday, and guess what? We’re back in Kentucky. The second we crossed that state line, it felt like home wrapped us…
Ohhhh, the dreaded drive. I was really not planning on doing this so soon, but here we are—packing up snacks, pillows, and enough caffeine to keep a truck stop in…
You know what they don’t tell you when you pack up your life and move to Florida? That finding good Mexican food might just become your full-time job. I’m not…