Backwoods and Sewing Needles

Together in the middle of nowhere. I really feel like this has pretty much summed up my entire life. I grew up in a town of 1,300 people, and my high school was literally in the middle of a corn field or a bean field, depending on the year. However, even though we truly lived in the middle of fields pieced together like a patchwork quilt by random gravel roads and blacktop-covered pavement, we always had each other. Anyways, nowadays I sometimes feel lost/confused/overwhelmed...you get the drift...but I still feel that I always have a few people that will always be my "together" and will help to warm my coldest nights and light up my dreariest of days. So, here's to you, to my "togethers" - may we always, always have one another, even if we are alone in the middle of nowhere.