Hi, I've gotten a few comments and emails about where I am...I'm here, driving around Nebraska. No, I'm not lost, I'm getting to have the most fabulous experience of going to the homes and towns where my grandparents and great-grandparents grew up. It's amazing to meet folks who knew them. Yesterday I met Wesley Larson who had his hair cut by my great-grandfather when Wesley was a child, remembered my grandmother, etc. It was wild. Stromsburg, Nebraska...God is here and, apparently, so is my soul. I've been having those, "I belong here" feelings ever since we left Omaha. I see why my grandparents loved Texas so, it reminded them of here as here reminds me of Texas. I had completely forgotten what a sane pace of life was like. I don't feel like crawling under the covers for two days, I feel like I can breathe. Oh, did I mention that my muthur is with me? Not looking for a place to dump the body yet but stay tuned...
When I get home I'll be blogging for days about the last couple of weeks so rest up!
