I love Tennessee.
I think I could make my husband miserable enough to take me back where I came from.
I am still trying to adjust to the notion.
You just don't go to rest stops out West.
The only people that visit rest stops in the West are, well, the likes of polygamists and hippies.
In the rest of this country, rest stops are scary.
They are not a place you want to visit, much less, use their bathroom, especially with children.
So, if you are a Western transplant and you join the family for a picnic at a rest stop,
even if it is the Sabbath, and you are avoiding eating out, you feel dirty somehow.
So shameful that you just try to go unnoticed by snapping photos from the background.
Look, Michelle loved enjoying lunch at the rest stop on Sunday.
And, do you know what?
When you leave a Tennessee rest area, you actually feel rested.
And the rest that you get in a slower paced state like Tennessee is priceless.
And, it is the perfect place for a Western transplant to live.
P.S. In my defense, when just searching,
I think TN Natives can be a little sensitive and defensive at times.
But, that's not an insult, just an observation.
And, I would like to say, in my defense,
that I know Californians and Utahans can be defensive too.