Sixteen years ago, my family of four moved from a small town near the Pennsylvania/New York border, to another small town in Georgia. Since then, we have gone, by plane and car, to visit loved ones twice a year. These visits are one of the highlights of every year that passes.
Olean, N.Y. and surrounding areas are filled with vintage shops, resale stores and restaurants that remind me of my childhood. Every weekend with my grandmother here is spent hitting every garage sale within an hour radius of her house. At night, we all either sit around the kitchen table playing board games, or pile into my grandfather’s van to go to the drive-in theater. The time spent here, although short, is something I look forward to every time we pile in my father’s truck to head back to Georgia.