Having said all this, there is always one place that is permanently and was first "home" to me, the place where I grew up, and where my family remains, on the farm in central Illinois. It is where I have my fondest memories of childhood, where my grandparents still remain, where my family is and still farms. I just returned from spending a couple of weeks up there while Carl was in school, and I again found comfort in the land I am so familiar with and love so much (along with those who reside there). : )
To those of you who are not from Illinois or other lands like it in central USA, these pictures may be somewhat of a shock...especially to my dear, dear friends who live and grew up in Washington. Yes, Illinois is one of those places that allows you to understand why we once thought the world was flat. : ) I love it. I did not put any pictures of the houses, as I feel better not doing that for safety reasons. I apologize for the poor quality of some of the images and size.
The buildings I circled here are a grain elevator and it's distance from my parents house, as we are looking at it here is approximately 3 miles. As you can imagine, it is much clearer looking at it through your own eyes. Just to give you an idea of how flat the land is, and how far you can see with the naked eye.
As it is planting season, the farmers are out in full force. Here's one of the tractors my grandpa and dad use.
We did have to retreat to the basement once when I was home, as summer storms are not uncommon there, and this year seems to be especially stormy. Here was the sky one night as the rain was moving in. Isn't God beautiful? I love to see how He displays His glory through nature, especially the sky, and there is no sky like in Illinois, my home. : )