Leaving Nebraska was bittersweet. On the one hand, I had to say goodbye to one of my dearest friends, who I see far too infrequently. And my visit had been so brief . . .
On the other hand, I got to go HOME. There is something wonderfully welcoming about crossing the border from Iowa into Minnesota. Suddenly a few hills rise up, there are a few more trees . . . I know that southern Minnesota is similar in topography to Iowa, and compared to my driving in Denver and Albuquerque, it could be considered flat, but for me, crossing that border will always feel refreshing and welcoming. I don't consider myself an overly-anxious driver (unless I'm running late for something), but as I crossed the border and continued north to St. Paul, I couldn't help but inhale a breath of relaxation. I sensed my entire mind opening and clearing and simply feeling happy to be back in my homeland.
Dorothy said it--"There's no place like home." And I'd to add that there's no place quite like the land of 10,000 lakes. Yah sure you betcha'!
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