The Place Where We Live


| 4/15/2014 8:45:00 AM


Mary ConleyDear friends,

I'm supposed to be writing about rebuilding the barn, but I guess I have blogger's block! Instead, I want to tell you about a new word I learned while studying Spanish recently, as it has become stuck in my mind. It is querencia, and it means the wanting place, a safe place, or where one feels at home. A place from which one’s strength is drawn. I find it curious that I have two of those places, although they are as different as night and day.

I've noticed people tend to favor where they've grown up. They've become accustomed to its unique and familiar ways. It is where they feel comfortable. Someone is always asking us if we'll ever move to our farm, and recently I heard myself saying that I doubt it, but it would be my preference. I'm wondering if I love the farm so much because I began my life's journey on one. Maybe that is why on one of my first nights on the farm, I mumbled, “I’m happy” as I was falling asleep.

Soon after we married, we moved to Omaha so Larry could attend a trade school. City life was very foreign to us compared to the farm and a small Iowa town of about 400, but we ended up adjusting to suburbia and raising our family here. I recently asked Larry, "Now, why was it that we stayed in Omaha instead of going back home?" Jobs, we decided. Then, five years ago when circumstances allowed, we bought our little farm. It was just supposed to be an interesting land investment, but quite unexpectedly, querencia set in.

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A typical Nebraska landscape three miles from our farm.