On Nebraska

I returned to the continental U.S. for the first time in a year and a half -- which, saying it now, doesn't sound all that dramatic.

But, I guess spending one's time on the same small patch of land in the Pacific does make traveling to any place bigger than 300 square miles sort of exciting.

Or maybe it's just being older, and (slightly) more mature that makes the expansive plains of the Midwest, and the brown grass, and cold skies, and homespun attitudes, and small-scale cities all seem quaintly charming.

I don't know.

Suddenly I miss all of it, and am more appreciate of the warm bed and free food of my parents' house.