Here’s a picture (that I didn’t take) of Iowa City and the February blizzard.
Also, on 2011:
I got lucky.
I learned from and was pushed and called out and genuinely encouraged by a lot of people that lead far busier lives (and careers) as writers than I do - brilliant, brilliant people, who, I think, love whatever it is that they do enough to push against and encourage that same love when they see it in someone else. And sometimes, when I think about the past year, I am pushed to a mix of elation and tears and a little bit of nausea and it’s just the greatest thing.
And, too: 
I so badly want to write a longwinded post about Iowa - even more so, since That Article* was published - about all the things that I love and all the things that I have noticed and all the things that a Midwestern college town has taught me, but it seems easiest to say this: 
I feel at home - safe and comfortable and familiar, I think - in Iowa. For now, it is home.

Here’s a picture (that I didn’t take) of Iowa City and the February blizzard.

Also, on 2011:

I got lucky.

I learned from and was pushed and called out and genuinely encouraged by a lot of people that lead far busier lives (and careers) as writers than I do - brilliant, brilliant people, who, I think, love whatever it is that they do enough to push against and encourage that same love when they see it in someone else. And sometimes, when I think about the past year, I am pushed to a mix of elation and tears and a little bit of nausea and it’s just the greatest thing.

And, too: 

I so badly want to write a longwinded post about Iowa - even more so, since That Article* was published - about all the things that I love and all the things that I have noticed and all the things that a Midwestern college town has taught me, but it seems easiest to say this: 

I feel at home - safe and comfortable and familiar, I think - in Iowa. For now, it is home.

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