My travels have taken me far and wide, across continents and across the globe, but I think I have the tendency to forget that there are places in my own country, my own backyard to be explored. I recently had the privilege of accompanying a close friend and her family to her maternal grandparents home in Vermont, a place I had heard about often, but a state I had never stepped foot in.
Even though it is within four hours of where I have lived for the past four years, I never made a trip. Busy with school and everything associated with that, I barely ventured across the river to Boston, let alone north. It was easier to schedule a trip across oceans than a weekend away during the semester.