This time last September I was gallivanting around Kentucky-living in a tent and climbing rocks.
$2 per day for this apartment.
Autumn brought colors of a different shade to the trees.
This September I’ll stay put. Not because I’m stuck. Not because I have to. Because I want to. 
This September I’ll dig my toes into the sand, look up at the ocean and smile knowing someone is walking into the misty morning on their adventure. 
This September I’ll stay put. I’ll let me roots grow thick, and see what kind of fruit I bear.