Through the years I have lived in many places, but mainly on the East Coast. Then I took a leap of faith and moved halway cross country to the MidWest. That's the farthest I've been from my family. There are many differences. Cornfields everywhere, Husker everything, slow-paced, great cost-of-living. I couldn't get used to soda called "pop", a lollipop as a "sucker", or calling a boo-boo (cut in baby terms) an "owie".
Life was slow but it was a great place to raise a family and feel safe. I always said I would return, but as that becomes a non-reality I realize that I really miss that place. As awkward as it may seem, it was one of the best plces I ever called home, despite the unfortunate circumstances that forced me to leave.
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