Being Wonderfully Lost

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When we left the only town we had ever known and moved seven states away, to say it was an adjustment would be an understatement.  One of the things I remember doing first was driving around.  We got lost a thousand different times but in the end, we know our town better for it.  I used to tell my mom all the time that we didn’t need to know where we were going, getting there was half the fun!  I adore this quote and believe I will be hanging it on the fridge!

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