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The Challenge: Falling in Love with Home

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The Challenge: Falling in Love with Home

There's something about living somewhere that automatically makes it less exotic. It happened in Ho Chi Minh City, and now it's happening in North Carolina, though I suppose this time around it's less surprising. And it's not that I don't like it, I do, I definitely do. It's just that...it's comfortable. And maybe when we move places...

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Rural Mountain Livin' for One, Please

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Rural Mountain Livin' for One, Please

My grandma lived in Jesup, Iowa. Jesup, Iowa – as if living in Iowa wasn’t isolating enough.  On the way into town, there’s this sign. It says something like, “6 churches, 2 schools, 1 library, 9 bars, 4 parks, and all the friends you need.” I might be making that last bit up, but it should’ve said that if it didn’t. I always found that sign to be a little odd, but in a funny-sad way. Someone designed that sign and someone paid for it, after all. For bragging purposes, I assume. I can imagine the mayor of the town traveling to the big city (Waterloo, actually) and vehemently letting those around him know that oh, no, no, no, he’s the mayor of a town that has 9 bars – and there’s a sign to prove it.

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