I've always been drawn to the nothingness of South Dakota. That's because I grew up there. Smack dab in the middle of freakin' nowhere.
Relentless wind blows and blows. Native grasses wave methodically, intent on 1 of 2 things ~ either they mesmerize you. Or, they drive you totally insane.
I was anxious to leave a long time ago. But over the years, I've learned a thing or two. It's easy to make the great escape but I can't ever truly get away.
Seems, there is always something, or someone, dragging me back home.
When it's not people, or their problems, it's a deep desire to simplify.
~ Here is a place where the cellphone cannot ring!
~ Where I'm hard pressed to find an internet connection.
~ And, no one but me feels too antsy about these things.
Who would have thought...?
The spot I consider the 'last place on earth' is becoming the only place where I can breathe.