When it's over

Tuesday, July 30, 2019

Over the last eight years, I’ve lived next door to my parents in the middle of “nowhere.” In fact, when I first moved back home to the farm, before a friend came to visit from Dallas, Tx., I told her, “I live in the middle of ‘nowhere’,” and she replied in jest, “I been there before.” However, after a few wrong turns and a few phone calls, when she drove up the field road into the yard, she stepped out of her car and said, “I thought I knew where nowhere was, until I got here.” I said, “Now, you can say, you’ve been there.”

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