There's No Place Like Home
There's no place like home So recently I came back from my yearly trip back home to upstate New York. People often ask me why I go home so much? Especially since I have traveled so much all over the country and to other countries. And even though some things have changed so drastically in the town that I grew up in, the answer is because home is home. This will always be my home. When I come up the highway and start to see the mountains, it automatically soothes my soul. No matter what is going on in my life, it doesn't matter, it all fades away. I am home. This is the place with my most treasured memories. Memories of my mom and dad. Memories of my first friends, my first bike ride, my first love and my first kiss. This is the place where I learned how to ski, learned how to ride motorcycles or shoot a gun. This was where I learned how to fish and enjoy being one with nature. I know every back road, all the places we hung out at. I know generations of people who...
