Last Saturday morning my parents, my sister, and I loaded our many pieces of luggage into our trusty minivan in preparation for our lengthy road trip to Nebraska. Our relatives live in Omaha, so almost every year we get in the Honda minivan and drive through the countryside to visit them. The trip takes about 20 hours each way, but my sister and I make the drive more fun: we watch movies, play games (remember I spy?), and gaze out the window at the mesmerizing rolling hills.
The sights really are beautiful; the country looks nothing like urban New York, or even NY suburbia. Farms with bright green crops and barrels of hay and roaming livestock spread for what seems like forever on both sides of Interstate 80. Every once and a while we would pass a small town or truck stop, but for the most part, the land seems virtually untouched, which is not a common sight nowadays.
We stopped for the night on Saturday in South Bend, Indiana in your regular Holiday Inn. The next morning, right before we resumed our journey, we took a quick drive through the Notre Dame campus. (I’m currently looking at colleges to attend because I am a rising senior, AH!) I haven”t toured a campus school that was as large as Notre Dame and it was beyond beautiful. I would love to go to school there.
We finally arrived at my grandma’s house in Omaha Sunday night. We were greeted my my grandparents, my aunt and uncle, and my cousins. It really feels like a home away from home. For this week, I’ll be blogging, tweeting, emailing, etc. from right here at my grandma’s kitchen table.