I’m fortunate to live a lifestyle such that I can park my mobile dwelling just about anywhere I choose. This week I am in Brookings, the small South Dakota town where I was raised. Less two high-school reunion weekends, I’ve really not been back since I left 21 years ago.
The town is vastly different these days, but at the same time fundamentally unchanged – I feel a certain comfort and familiarity here. While I would never choose to “live” here in the traditional sense, I’ve been so happy to be visiting without rush.
I have no idea where my future travels will take me, but this small town will always be home.