I dreamed of traveling all my life. Travel posters were taped to my walls when I was a kid. My grandmother bought me a subscription to National Geographic. I saved to go to England from the time I was 7 years old until I finally got there my sophomore year of college. Since then, my tires have been caught in this rut that runs from Wisconsin and Michigan to Kentucky and Florida. With an occasional detour to New York or wherever. But it’s a happy rut.
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