Inspiration Journal

My Love For The Plains… Is Growing On Me

My Love For The Country... Is Growing On Me www.herviewfromhome.com
Written by Pamela Homolka
Let me preface this by saying I’m not a country girl. If you want a semi-accurate depiction of me (minus the accent and jewels), watch an episode of the classic TV series, “Green Acres.”  To paraphrase the heroine, “Dah-ling, I love you but give me a population big enough to support a What-A-Burger.”
 
That being said, much like Zsa-Zsa, I married a country boy. He lives for the wild open spaces. As in our current home of 900+ people is too big for him. As in if we had the nearest neighbor five miles away from us on each side,  he’d be fine.
 
As in I entered the Matrix and I am still not sure which side is up.
 
I have learned over the last five years how to get along. I accept that the grocery store is closed on Sundays and the nearest one is fifteen miles away. I now refer to leaving my home to go to any slightly larger area as ” going to town.”  And my pointer finger has an uncontrollable reflex to lift as a “Hello” to Every. Person. I. See.
 
If you would’ve asked the me of five years ago if I would ever find myself happy in an area like this, I would have blacked out from falling over laughing and bumping my head on an end table. Now? Though we butt heads, I’ve found beauty in my former foe.
 
The serenity I once only found in the ocean surprises me with its call when I look out over the plains.
 
Though I begrudge the winter (SNOW! SO MUCH SNOW!), I find myself sharing very personal, thoughtful moments with my children from it. My toddlers eyes as they take in every dancing flake twirling from the sky. My 9- and 10- year old running up the stairs to hastily grab their coats and gloves for snow angel and snow man fun. Seeing winter through a child’s eyes has both medicinal and magical properties to it and I highly recommend it every chance you get.
 
And the sky, oh, that sky! Here still the ocean and the sky share a gift: the ability to make you realize how small you really are. A lesson in gratitude for the beauty you can witness and humility for the gift of seeing it.
 
No, I’m not a country girl. But I appreciate those that are and I thank you for sharing the beauty of your piece of the world with me.

 

About the author

Pamela Homolka

Hi! My name is Pamela Homolka. I am a mom to four beautiful souls on Earth (Anastasia, Devin, John, and Chance), and three in Heaven (my last one being my son, Nathaniel). I am also a wife to a wonderful husband of almost four years and a substitute teacher at Grand Island Public Schools.

I haven’t quite decided if I’m a teacher with a writing hobby or vice versa, but I thoroughly enjoy both at any rate. My heart is in Texas, but I dearly love my family and friends in Nebraska and currently reside in Henderson.