I grew up in a small town in Western New York outside of Buffalo. I remember when it was time to pack up and drive to Pensacola for my first day of college. My mom paid a friend to drive us there. The farthest away from home I had been up to that point in time was a summer camp about two hours away. I will always remember the awe I felt going through the Blue Ridge Mountains, stopping to buy a treat from the Amish near the New York/Pennsylvania border, and seeing palm trees for the first time.