Funny thing when ever I am asked about where is home something like this is what comes to mind. My folks moved when I was in college to what some days feels like the edge of the map. They live outside of a nice little community. In the middle of 27 acres mostly surrounded by cow-pastures and Christmas tree farms. When they first bought the land and were setting to build Google maps showed forest on its best days. My dad always kidded about living on the edge of the world, where dragons roam. It makes me sad not to be able to travel home this year, where there is always great food, cooler climate, and loved ones.
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