Whenever I'm driving on 190 headed west to Rapid, I can't help but be excited at the thought of going "home." The strange thing is, whenever I'm driving on 190 heading east to Vermillion, I am equally excited by the truth that I'm heading "home." This frustrates Andrew. I am intrigued. Unfortunately, my mommy brain is unable to make any logical philosophical thoughts.... Is it a dwelling place, residence? Or security, refuge, acceptance? Either way, its late and I'll just settle calling South Dakota my home... I'm sure a year from now, my perspective will be completely different.
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