Tuesday, my family took a mini trip until Thursday (today) to Forest City in Rutherford County, where my older brother and I were born. We moved away from here when I was two, but my great uncle still lives on the family property (generations back) and so we consider this our home. Growing up, our whole family would get together here every Christmas.
Wednesday morning, we had brunch at Waffle House, which filled us up until dinner. There’s something special about going out for brunch and slowly sipping the first cup of hot coffee while being surrounded by family.
After our huge brunch, we went back to the house and sat in the sunroom while visiting. As a journalism student and growing up in North Carolina, I’ve always been a fan of reading Our State magazines, and my uncle has a subscription to it, so I always catch up on my reading here. His sunroom is the best spot for afternoon reading too; rocking in the rocking chairs and feeling the hot North Carolina summer breeze, hearing nothing but the wind chimes, birds, and crickets, while the fan above is on as high as it can go because the humidity is making it feel even hotter. This sunroom is the perfect spot for an afternoon nap as well, especially after eating such a big brunch like we did.
My favorite memories of his house are playing in the huge backyard and playing horseshoes with the family. From having a snowball fight with the whole family when it snowed one Christmas, to throwing frisbee, and riding tractors around, his yard holds countless memories. Speaking of tractors…
… when I was little, I LOVED riding this orange tractor. When I got a little bigger, I learned how to drive it and you couldn’t take me off of the thing. Every time we were here, I would spend hours driving it around in his yard. Since I spent so much time on it, my uncle told me I could write my name in sharpie wherever I wanted to on it to claim it as mine. I didn’t think he was serious because who would let a kid write their name on a tractor where it was visible? But he was serious. I wrote my name in two places right on the front where everyone could see it. Even though it’s faded a lot, my name is still there and I’ll always have the best memories of driving my little orange tractor.
For dinner, we went to Caro-Mi in Tryon, NC, about 30 minutes away from the house. We had never been there before and that’s the kind of things I like; trying new places out and not knowing what to expect. The restaurant was tucked away in the woods and you had to cross and wooden bridge to get there. It had the most peaceful river in the front yard, so while we were waiting for our food to come we rocked on the porch and listened to the river. One of my favorite things about this restaurant was that there wasn’t internet around. Like as soon as you got there, the phones said “no service” and that was my favorite part. We talked to each other and enjoyed dinner without having technology involved. The food seemed endless too. Homemade biscuits automatically came out and then you got to choose whatever meat you wanted with home cooked green beans and the best fried apples. For dessert, I had homemade peach cobbler. Nothing beats warm peaches and crust with vanilla ice cream on top melting into the layers of the cobbler.
After dinner, we went to the new Tryon International Equestrian Center to look around at the shops and see what all the talk was about. It was such a cool place to see where horses and their owners come to from all over the world to race.
Afterwards, we went back to the house to catch the sunset. Standing in the big backyard facing the mountains and watching the sun go all the way down making the mountains stand out more until it’s all the way gone, is one of the most peaceful things. Sunrises are my favorite at the beach and sunsets are the best on the family property in the mountains.
Thursday morning before hitting the road, we went to the local pharmacy for breakfast. It was the typical small town pharmacy with a diner inside that catered to all the locals. When you walk in you saw senior adults, business people before going to work, grandparents with their grandkids, and the people sitting at the bar that came in alone, but definitely weren’t alone while in the diner. Striking up conversations isn’t hard for the locals in this little town to do and the waitresses seemed like they’ve known you all along.
Even though I don’t think I could go back to living in the country permanently (after living in various rural parts of NC growing up), one thing I do like about going back to my roots is how everything slows down, the WiFi is harder to find, people are welcoming, and I can take the time to be thankful for where I came from, but even more thankful for where I’m going, even though there are a lot of unknowns right now. ❤
Where’s your favorite place to go to to take a break from reality? I would love to hear about your roots in the comments below!
Until next time,