Wheat fields and cows pastures as far as the horizon line reveals.
No mountains to tell me which way is north. No beach awaiting me at the end of the 10 freeway. No King Taco at 2 a.m. if I so desire.
Main street shuts down around 4 p.m. Nothing opens on Sunday until after church services are over (and even then, for limited hours).
40 minute drive to the nearest McDonald's.
We are talking, out there.
Out here.
Just out.
I've moved my family from the urban sprawl of LA and millions and millions of people, to a wheat farming community of 4380 people.
What have I done?
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