Week 9 - The Middle of Nowhere [Bella Keegan]

My home is in the middle of nowhere. Every time people ask me where I'm from, I often find myself defaulting to the same description: "Half way between San Francisco and Sacramento." I remember someone looked at me once with confusion written all over their face, before they told me they had no idea where Sacramento was. Putting this aside, I visit home as much as I can even though it's in the middle of nowhere because of my mom. She means the world to me, and I don't mind revisiting a place where there is seemingly nothing to do if it's to spend time my mom. This Friday, we were participating in holiday festivities and taking the back roads between different shopping malls. At a stop light, I looked out the window and saw the gorgeous view below. The sky was sprinkled with clouds, yet the sun felt so golden and god like. The view was majestic and it was the light, the shadows provided by the clouds and trees, and the landscape that helped that feeling. As we drove through the backroads and I saw a never ending expanse of views like this, I felt content. Despite being in the middle of nowhere, I felt like I was in a dreamlike memory. The rain had yet to conquer my small area of nowhere, and in those moments the way the sun hit the yellow fields reminded me of the summers I spent in my hometown in the passenger seat as my mom drove me to various activities. As we drove the back roads, I felt so nostalgic and wistful and it was the dynamic god rays and scenery that stirred up such feelings of nostalgia in me. As boring as my hometown can be, it is moments like these that remind me that even something that is in the middle of nowhere can hold neverending beauty.