(At the top of Cana Island Lighthouse.)
What a perfect weekend. It was so entirely tough to come home. We spent a fair chunk of time strategizing ways we could get out of returning to work on Monday (we eloped!...no, too manipulative...we've both contracted food poisoning!...too obvious...), but in the end found ourselves on the way back to little Eau Claire by Sunday night. In between podcasts and playlists, we engaged in some very deep (note the hint of sarcasm) conversation:
Me: Isn't it weird that of all the places in the world, we live in Wisconsin?Gabe: It's weird that I live in Wisconsin. I moved here. From CALI-FORN-IA.Me: I know. Wisconsin is such a nerd state. Like...we live here.Gabe: and....Me: When we tell people where we're from, they probably think we're farmers.Gabe: .....Me: I just feel like we're so much cooler than that.Gabe: You're a state snob.
Maybe I have tendencies to state snob, but I don't mean to indulge in them. It just strikes me every time I return home from traveling...my family and friends, my job, most of my memories...in short, nearly my entire life exists between exit 59 and exit 70 off a silly old Wisconsin Interstate. A place that 95% of the world couldn't find on a map. It always feels so small.
But truthfully. At the beginning of my twenty third year, I'm becoming comfortable with this. In time, I'll leave this place...so now I need to enjoy the uncomplicated time when practically everything and everyone I love is tucked away in a land of farms, fields and barns. Safe and sound...here in this beautiful bubble. :)