NY Summer Begins

11 hours of interestate highway later, I am welcomed by a sign that foreshadows a quaint little town called LeRoy when a smell hits me that could not have come a second too soon.

It's cow shit.

Usually I would drive right by this smell and not have even noticed it; maybe if the summer sun were hot enough it would force me to roll up my windows. Today, in LeRoy, NY, I rolled the windows down, looked at Tim with the smile of a 5 year old, and said "I'm not so far from home after all".

Now you may find this scene comical, but it is exactly what I needed as I reluctantly rode into this foreign town. This smell made it possible to hold back the tears and realize that this move was not such a stretch for me after all. There were horses and diner dives, mobile home parks, and miles of corn fields. You see, maybe home isn't 9560 Hickory Ridge Rd. Maybe home is where I find these things that make me feel like myself.