I'm sitting in the house I grew up in.
I find that very interesting.
My girlfriend’s father lived on the same farm from about age 7 to 90. He was born in town - 2 miles away. His father worked for the railroad and bought the farm as a hobby, I guess.
In 1969 her dad sold the dairy herd and went to raising beef cattle. The family lived in the milk barn while the old house was torn down and a new house was built.
There is much written about the virtues of travel and exposing one’s self to other regions and cultures, but I admire a man who is content to be in one place.
