I am writing from an old barn. Warmshowers.org brought me here to the top of an incredibly steep hill in Cummington where Fletcher and his wife and 2 kids and 2 dogs live.
Their property was once used as a center for artists and musicians which is why there's a large house and 2 large barns, one of which was used for dorms for the residents. Their children are going to have a wonderful time growing up here.
Tomorrow, I will cross the border into New York. It's hard to believe I've traveled 150 miles in 4 days and will be leaving Massachusetts for an indefinite amount of time. This trip has been amazing thus far. I don't know how reality compares with what my expectations were but I am loving every minute, even when I am going uphill and even in the rain.
Obstacles like these are true tests I need to talk myself through. I think that's part of growing up: being able to take the reins of our own mind when it desperately wants to be in a different situation.
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