It feels like trespassing, entering without invite into the home of another.
Literally taken, it is.
Figuratively understood, well, that's where the fun begins.
That's what traveling is, right?
It is submersing yourself in the culture of another place for a few hours or a few weeks.
And yes, it is a stretch to reference Lincoln, NE as having a different culture than northwest Iowa, but even so, it's the example for today.
I've never felt like I needed to leave the country to see something new, gain perspective, or whatever other reasoning the wanderlust movement gives. Something in my brain tells me that you can see the whole world and miss most of it, looking for the main event and flying past the backroads.
So here's to flyover-country cities,
Their brick streets and history,
One-of-a-kind restaurants,
Quirky bookstores and recommendations,
Empty coffeeshops and first-time orders,
Mellow winter days,
Film photographs,
Adventures, and good company.
May they never be in short supply.