Stopped to check out more of our history this afternoon. I always try to take pictures while I’m out and about. I stopped by this old cemetery on my way home. Continuity. It amazes me after my life of feeling like I never belonged anywhere because we moved overseas, moved to different States, moved overseas, moved to different States. I left these woods as a child and when I moved back, people consider me a foreigner because I didn’t grow up with them, didn’t got to their school, their Church.
Khawaga. My Life as a Foreigner by Robin Holley Moody
My blog moodyrobin93.com and my Facebook page Robin Moody Musing give me a sense of accomplishment as I work on my longer works.