We agreed that it seemed like a good day to put up a new mailbox. The Fourth of July. A country road. A new place we would build together. It's about the farthest thing from a new independence... acres to look after, a ramshackle house to put back together, animals to be tended. But that's what it felt like. A fresh start. And while we are five miles from a shopping mall [what isn't anywhere near Atlanta?], we felt as though we had thrown everything into our wagon and were setting out to a new frontier.
So, although it wouldn't actually be ours for several more weeks, we put in our new mailbox. It may not seem like much to most, but it made us feel, well, planted.
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