I grew up in eastern Pennsylvania before moving to Georgia at 12 before moving to California at 23. Pennsylvania always comes to mind whenever I think of my earthly “home,” and yet the western part of this great state had always been such a mystery.
Until this trip occurred, that is. I entered PA through the “back door” and saw the unexpected beauty of Harrisburg, a now defunct Joe Paterno memorial at Beaver Stadium, and AT LONG LAST the blessed shoe house that’s been drawn on my white board since the beginning.
This is PENNSYLVANIA.
If you’ve missed any of the chapters in this long, winding journey, check out this handy dandy list:
So without further uh-dew I present to you my homeland, seen through entirely new eyes:
What’s the most random landmark you’ve ever stopped to see?
