Being on the road is tiring. Fun, yes, at times, but tiring. After driving to Nashville, flying to North Carolina and back to Nashville, driving to Louisville, then Indianapolis, and now Cincinnati... yeah... I'm thankful for my iPod that keeps me company in the car, the dramatic decrease in gas prices (I paid 1.75 yesterday!), a cell phone (though the service throughout the large part of NC, KY, and IN disappointed me at best).
On my way from Louisville to Indiana, I was missing home. Driving along that boring highway, I suddenly came upon an enormous green road sign that said " Memphis--- 7 miles". My heart jumped for a second at the thought of being so close to home... but as those 7 miles passed and I neared "Memphis", I could see that it was just a small Indiana farm town.
Who does that? Who names a town after a city in a different state? It's one thing to have Paris and Milan in Tennessee and Cairo in Illinois, at least there's a whole ocean separating the namesake. But Memphis, Indiana? That's like having a Chicago, Alabama, or a Denver, Missouri. I felt so misled. I was so close to home... yet so very far away.
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