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Though it was thrilling, it was quickly begun, and just as quickly ended. It just wasn't meant to be. A few days ago, I said, 'Au revoir!' to sunny Los Angeles and returned to my hometown of Omaha, Nebraska. I had spent four weeks as an intern at CCAE, 'California Consortium for Agricultural Export,' in downtown Los Angeles [ccax.com]. And even though it was quite a ride...
I was itching to return to my realm of 'Midwestern charm.'
Every time I travel, I find myself experiencing moments, if only fleeting at times, where I long for faces I know, for familiar haunts, for the home of my childhood--even for my mother's screeching at me to unload the dishwasher.
Traveling can be exhilarating, what with all the nouveaux choses (new things) to enjoy. Like in Los Angeles, where I lived in an apartment in Santa Monica, just 2 miles from the ocean, worked in the financial district in downtown L.A. as a college student, and experienced places like the Hollywood Bowl and Dodger Stadium.
Being a young person and seeing the world is definitely exciting, but with that excitement can come the cost of long days away from family and familiarity. The beautiful part is that a long day makes you appreciate the place you call 'home.'
As I prepare to leave for France in about three weeks, to live and study there for the next academic year (for what will be my junior year of college), I find myself taking time to stop and appreciate that from which I often fly so far. The sight of the Omaha Eppley Airport and the dusty green squares of farmland that I glimpse as the plane's about to land remind me that even if I go as far as L.A. or France, or even as close as Chicago, where I'm a student at Loyola...
Omaha is my homaha, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

View of Omaha from the airplane


