A stop sign on a black top
That explains a lot. I love my family's farm, both ours and my grandparent's. I ran into a high school classmate a while back. He's been traveling the country with his job for a while now. He said, "Iowa's a good place to come home to." I couldn't agree more. There's just something about the promise of a good home cooked meal and the stars shining where you can actually see them. I would much rather be dragged from my sleep by a tractor starting up than a garbage truck emptying a dumpster. There's something about taking the gravel road to church and driving by the schoolhouse that my grandma rode her pony to every day.
That town. Lots of people know me. One man told me once that he saw my picture in the paper more than an outlaw in the post office. In high school, I geeked out big time in FFA. I was the Creed Speaker, I judged dirt and livestock, I showed cattle and was a public speaker. Every time I went to a convention, my grandpa would tell me all the things that he used to do when he went. I was never very good at sports...many people can attest to that.
That home. Always filled with love. Occasionally my brother and I still fight, no matter how old we are. I get to have sleepovers with my neice, baking days with my best friend, and family gatherings filled with laughter.
Yep, Iowa's a good place to come home to.
