O-H-I-O

After 7 1/2 hours of solid driving by myself, I'm back home-- where the soybean fields line the highway, the cicadas chorus endlessly, the screen doors slam, the acorns drop all over the sidewalk, the lawnmowers can be heard droning several streets down, the traffic is sensible, and the people wear hoodies and flip-flops without feeling underdressed.

Mmm, it's good to be home. Big cities on the East coast are all well and good, but I really am a Midwestern girl at heart.