Every now and then, something old finds a new heartbeat. That’s kind of what happened with The Heartland Journey. Once upon a time, it was this sweet little corner of the internet run by another country girl — full of pretty pictures, good vibes, and a whole lot of love. Then, like most blogs from the early days, it faded into the quiet.
But you know how I am. I couldn’t just let something with that much country spirit sit forgotten in the attic of the internet. So here we are — a new chapter, same name, same heart, but with a little extra Florida sunshine and a bit more dirt on the boots.
I live out here in Live Oak, where the Wi-Fi flickers every time it rains and the rooster crows like he’s got something to prove. I spend most mornings with a cup of coffee on the porch, watching the horses swish their tails at the flies, trying to decide if I’m actually going to get anything done that day. Usually I do, but not without a little country music soundtrack and the occasional distraction from Curtis, who insists he “just needs a hand” with something that somehow ends with me holding a wrench or a feed bucket.
When I stumbled across this domain, it felt like finding an old record of Merle Haggard in a thrift bin — a little dusty, but still full of life. The more I read, the more I thought, why not bring it back? Not as what it was, but as what it could be — a Southern lifestyle blog that feels like home. A mix of country music, small-town living, porch-talk stories, and the kind of moments that make you smile for no reason.
I’m not here to pretend life’s perfect — it’s messy, muddy, and sometimes the cows break the fence right before dinner. But that’s the charm of it. The Heartland Journey is where I get to write about those moments — the funny, the frustrating, and the ones that make your heart slow down just a little.
So if you’re into sunshine, southern living, and the occasional rodeo weekend story, you’re in the right place. I can’t promise it’ll always be polished, but it’ll always be real — straight from Live Oak, straight from me.
Now, let’s see where this trip takes us.