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One day as I was digging through an old box of photographs I came across an envelope with a hand written poem inside. It was written many years ago by my Uncle Mike. He wrote about how much he misses living in the country when he is away, how the city can’t compare at all with the natural beauty of nature and friendship. I adapted that poem into a song.
Paulington is where I grew up. It is nestled among the foothills of the mountains in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia.

It is more than a location. It is also a community of neighbors and friends who care for one another and who believe in living a simple life. Paulington just happens to be the same place that my uncle was writing about.

When I was away at school I looked forward to going home. The bricks, sidewalks, pavement, and lamp posts couldn’t compare with the dirt, trees, and natural beauty of home. I realized that in the same way we cannot compare this world to the one that God has prepared for us. And in the same way I cant wait to go to that home. My real home.