NY or Bust - Day Four: Kansas City to Columbus (Bexley)

I am presently sitting on a microfiber couch in a ridiculously comfy, quaint home in Bexley, OH. This may be the most relaxed I've been since leaving Medford. Bexley is a suburb of Columbus, so it has a very charming small neighborhood feel, with the convenience of a real city just down the street. I went to grab pizza today with the people I'm staying with, but we didn't just grab pizza, we decided to walk there. So I got a tour of the city on the way: the neighborhoods, Main St., the college, the brand new, stinking huge Jewish Temple... I love this town. This town is like Spectre in Big Fish.

Because I didn't get much sleep last night, though, and because it's already pretty late, I'm gonna finish doing a real update later. Tonight, I'll just leave you with this cool little story:

I parked my car down the street and walked down to where I thought the house was. The first thing that struck me was how many people were either walking to their neighbors' yards just to chat or walking around themselves, even though it was getting dark. I found the right house and found the guy I was staying with chatting with his neighbor. So I introduced myself, then let them finish their conversation.

While they were talking, I noticed the sun glinting on something in the air. It looked the way a dust mite looks in sunlight, but much brighter. I kept looking, hoping to see what it was, when the sun caught it again. Then I noticed the same thing to the right of it. Then, on the left, another small flash. Suddenly, I realized: they were fireflies. It was right then that it struck me that I'm not only on the last leg of my journey, but the eastern half of the US.

Now, having lived in NY, I'm sure I've seen fireflies before, but I don't remember it. I think that for a long time, I'll remember this relaxed, familiar feeling this town gives me. And I'm going to think of Buxley as the place where I saw fireflies for the first time.