Day 330: The Hippie & The Hillbilly

Here I sit in the hotel room with the woman who would have been my mother in law.

We had a fantastic day full of wine tasting.

It started off with breakfast with her son and his fiance and our hippie bags. The bags they bought for us yesterday.

We felt we should switch everything out from our normal purses to make sure they knew we appreciated them.

I kind of feel like the bags are symbolic of a bigger picture of who I am and where I’m going.

They are the perfect bags for San Fran but the closer we got to wine country the more I felt like I needed to ditch the bag.

By the time we hit our first winery, I jumped out of the car and immediately switched everything out.

It’s not that I don’t love the bag… because I do…. I’ve said it before, I’m a self proclaimed hippie. I love hippies and deep down I am one, I just prefer to carry a more traditional bag to a winery.

It’s a little like my upbringing. I like to think that I’m a refined hillbilly…. I can’t take credit for the term.. I believe I heard it on an episode of the ‘Bachelorette’ and I felt it was so appropriate for the way I was raised that I adopted it.

I grew up in a small town, and while we didn’t have much, my parents taught us proper etiquette and manners and I’ve never felt out of place at a high society function.

I won’t forget my roots and where I come from, because it’s who I am…. much like the bag symbolizes a little piece of me, but that doesn’t mean I want to advertise it to the rest of the world.

I’m not ashamed of it… much like I’m not ashamed of where I cam from, but I don’t want to be defined by it.

So I switched out the bag to my traditional leather hobo, and all is right with the world.

I think my apprehension with the bag is more about what it symbolizes. I don’t want to be judged by my bag. I don’t want people to look at me and think I stepped off the commune I want them to see and know the deeper side of me…. not that it will happen in a winery, but I just dont like people make snap judgements.

Much like I want to make sure people don’t know I stepped off a farm in a town of 2,000 people in the middle of Missouri if I can help it. I’m certainly not ashamed of where I come from, I’m proud of my background and where I’ve gone but I know people can react in a negative manner if they know your history before they know who you are.

It’s just who I am. which is the traditional conformist with a slight liberal hippie lurking inside.

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