A few weeks ago, while checking our post office box, I noticed a flier stating there would be an estate sale in the next town over. It caught my eye because it had postcards listed items for sale. I love to collect old letters and old postcards. So Jeremy and I made plans to go check it out.
A couple of weeks ago, everyone was talking about this app called Randonautica. People on Tiktok were sharing their videos about their adventures using the app.
When I started planning to relaunch this blog three months ago, I had so many hopes. Not just for this blog but also for everything in general. I had hope COVID wise, we would be more back to the normal we use to have than we currently are.
The Exchange Hotel in Gordonsville, Virginia is a beautiful older hotel. While it’s been eight years since I have visited this location, I doubt it has changed much. When I visited it, it still looked like it was set up for service in 1860’s.
Every year I make the New Year’s resolution to read more and for the last few years I have set my reading goal to 50 books a year. The closest I cam to reach my goal was in 2018 when I read 30 books. This year is looking pretty good because I have already finished 33 books.
Why do so many campgrounds seem to be the locations of murders? Is it because no one can hear the victim scream for help? The two campgrounds that I am writing about today have spirits who are still looking for help and reliving their murders.
If you follow me on Instagram, you may have seen where I came out of the broom closet at the beginning of the year. It all started when I was chatting with someone* on Facebook. We were discussing different beliefs we have.
While I was in middle school, I was lucky enough to become friends with a girl in band class by the name of Heather. We both played flute in Ms. Hoell class. Not only were we friends, but our parents became great friends.