During this little journey I’m doing or as I’m calling it The Final Journey. I had planned to make some stops along the way and maybe even go out of my way to visit some places that I might never ever come back to see. And when I was planning it all out in my head I thought of going to one place.
I went there.
The other day I wrote about all the places I might go out and see, as you can read here by clicking on these words that I’m currently typing. Okay. Done typing.
So as you can now currently understand that yes, I did mention numerous places. And while I mentioned those places I kept one location a secret from myself mainly. It’s a place I haven’t visited since July 2010. But it’s also a place so fond to my heart that since certain occurrences happened I closed off that town from ever being a part of my future destinations.
For those of you who already know the town, you probably already know the story. But for those of you who are reading this for the first time, let me give you a quick and sad run down of why I haven’t been back in over 5 years. On October 25th, 2009 my mother died. Nearly six months later my Great Grandmother who lived in this mysterious town also passed away. Thus leaving the desire to return to this specific location.
But since the third weekend of July in 2010 I hadn’t returned. Outside of the obvious factor of it being on the other side of New York state from my home. At just over 250 miles from there to my home it just wasn’t logistically sound. Plus the whopping amount of emotions that town brings back. It’s a part of my childhood, it’s a part of my family tradition.
Every third week in July this town, the town that grew my family. That made my Great Grandmother, my Grandmother and my mother who they were, are and will forever be. A small town in the Southern Tier of New York State. A town built around a main street. The town I was afraid to go back to.
Sometimes fear is something that drives you the hardest.
It was time to go back. And now with this journey, this was my opportunity.
So I went back.
Back to Wellsville for the first time since we said goodbye.
On the road to Wellsville is a bit tough, it’s mostly back roads and traveling through small towns and you may even see the occasional Amish riding along the road in a horse and buggy. It’s a trip best taken during the day time, due to the windy roads and occasional fog you may encounter.
It’s been a few years since I’ve made this track, like I previously stated, but it was a trek I can remember from the back of my hand. It’s one I could almost make without thinking as I’ve traveled it for nearly 3 decades of my life. So no GPS was needed, I just had to follow my heart.