From Auckland to the corn country of Iowa, I traveled and lived. Three years ago, it was just days after my university graduation.
There’s green ivory where cows also roam and picnic benches splashed firefighter red (though absent in the black-and-white wash). More importantly, there’s our beloved Red, an Irish Setter now gone, and my sister in her dancing prime.
A hemisphere away, there’s space needles, sushi-go-rounds, and my other sister posing at the café that changed her life as she knew it.