Dahlonega.

Have I told you about my little town? Built on the promise of gold, and all it was worth back in the pioneer days. A town where to this day...everybody knows everybody.


Locals roam the streets doing whatever they feel like doing because after all, they aren't tourists....and don't care what people think. A town whose highlights consist of a superstore, one college, a town square, four red lights and that's about it. Where kindness is shown through a friendly greeting, a genuine "how are you doing?", and maybe even a conversation about your actual life, given by a complete stranger.


A town that you can ride a bike through and not feel anger radiating from the bumper of the car directly behind you. A town where you can walk anywhere.  A community of aged hippies. A community of young conservatives. A community of faithful service men, and their families. A community of patriotism. A community of learners, searching to find themselves and make a name in this world. A community of love...mostly.


My little town is cute. It is always hustling and bustling to keep up with the times, yet the times don't quite fit it well. It has festivals...all...the....time. It has wine, and good food.  Friends. and Strangers. It has all four, very distinct seasons. My little town is full of mountains, and creeks, and adventure.

It's full of kindness. Just the other day a man told me he wanted to buy the ice cream cones for a young, and most likely poor couple standing at the counter. To see their faces as I told them everything was paid for by another customer...was remarkable.

I love my little town. And although, I will not be here for much longer, I have loved my time in this little town.