Dear City of Nashville,
Get your act together, teach your citizens how to drive, and stop making me get stuck in your city every time I drive through it. You are lovely, and I would love to come visit you more, but I don’t want to be forced into it. That’s not the way we’re supposed to be together, Nashville.
Love,
Allie
Dear Smiths Grove, Kentucky,
You are the Twilight Zone. End of story.
Yours,
Allie
Dear Satty Satty Boo Boo Bear,
You’re the shiz. Welcome back, little road warrior. Sunday is our last long trip together for a while, and I’m pretty sure I can’t wait … and that you’re looking forward to another lengthy vacation from long road trips home. Rest up this week.
Love,
Allie
