My wife and I talk about moving someday, but I wonder if I can.
This would be like no other move. Likely several states away, to be closer to our boys. Maybe grandkids.
Still … I feel grounded here. Like my feet are anchored with some kind of natural connection.
Roots. After nearly 70 years their grip has grown deep. I feel a tug, like a leash, reminding me where I came from. I have a kinship with this territory.
Could I give it a label? Maybe. The Midwest? Or better, the prairie … but that stretches over many states. I need a better word.