We got up bright and early and packed up the van. Saying goodbye to the place I grew up is such a strange feeling. Part of me feels completely estranged from the ever-changing landscape. The other part of me is nostalgic and runs through my sun-drenched memories. I'll miss my parents, but at the same time I've grown to enjoy my independence. It's such a complicated thing.
Being that Cynthia's pregnant, she has to use the restroom a lot. Thusly we pulled off and rediscovered a cute little spiritualists' community near Deland called, Cassadaga. This small Florida town is made up of psychics, fortune tellers, mediums and New Age specialists. You can get your palm read, your aura photographed, and your past lives regressed all in one place. Whether one is a believer or not, one would be hard pressed to argue with the serenity and peacefulness of the place.
At the same exit one would take to visit Jekyll Island in Brunswick, Georgia, there's a great barbeque place called The Georgia Pig. It's rustic and the hammer on the front porch is ominous, but the pulled pork sandwich was one of the best I've had. So tasty!
As we drew closer to the homestead, the sun was setting and the fireflies were out en force. The cool breeze whistled through the opened window and the smell of clover and freshly cut grass wafted in. The stars were out and so too was the sliver moon. It was good to be back in the misty mountains. Stepping through the front door, the long way back didn't seem so long.
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