When I drove all over the US, I got as far out west as Wyoming, Utah, and Arizona. I was on the road for almost 6 weeks.
I knew I was closer to home when I started hiking in the Great Smoky Mountains, in Tennessee. It smelled more like home, because the greenery was more like what I was used to than the plant life out in the West. I stood on the trail, closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and, for a second, I got a little homesick. I had been on the road for a month, after all. I missed my cat, and my roommates, and my friends, and my family. I missed my bed.
Then I opened my eyes and remembered why I was having such a great time, and instead of being homesick, I thought, “I can’t believe this trip is almost over!” Here is that moment of realization:
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