Pretty busy at work today, enough so that I’m distracted. Distracted enough to not write about my scrub DK anyway.
Anyway my distraction for some odd reason has led me to feeling a little homesick. But I’ve lived in 3 countries and 9 states. Where’s home?
The place of my first memories: Georgetown, Idaho.
If I’m not mistaken, and I very well may be, this picture is taken from the side of a hill next to the field my grandfather used to own. Although maybe I’m thinking the field with all the cows in it…
Who wouldn’t want to live there? Roughly 500 people. Close to the mountains. Absolutely beautiful! And I’ll probably never visit again, given that my grandmother passed away last year.