Part of my job while on sabbatical is to come to miss Iowa. It's a hard thing for Louisiana me.
I'm from a part of the world where you live to eat, and the gumbo is worth it. My heart's home is a land where you work in order to play, and playing might mean waltzing and two-stepping with a wild diversity of partners, screaming encouragement at the band, and speaking French in the parking lot til two. On a week night.
Iowa is not Louisiana, not since 1803. There are no drive-in daiquiris. You eat what's put in front of you, and that's likely to be radically underspiced. You can spill the coffee on your white shirt and it won't stain. And let's just get this clear: you live to work, period. There will be no French anything in the parking lot, not with work the next day, Missy.
I haven't fully achieved the state of missing Iowa, but Addy has given me much encouragement. (Thanks to inquire within for bringing it to my attention.)
It is interesting to be a PhD in the city with the highest density of PhDs. Iowa is full of smart, informed people, progressive even on other people's issues. And that's the part of Iowa I really miss. Thanks for the reminders, Addy.
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