Coming Home to Nevada

Well right now I am home and working like a slave!!! Still its good. Its weird how debt and a bad economy can make digging holes and slaving in peoples yard until 8 at night a happy experiences simply because you get paid something to do it. Yeah my life at home is normally filled with as much work as I can because during school its hard to work, do school and socialize. So I try and get as much work done when I am home. Its also is great to see the family and friends here on the mainland.





Also coming home always reaffirms my love for my home state of Nevada. Its about the exact opposite from my home away from home Hawaii but its the place where I grew up and will always be home for me.






The big open desolate country filled with tales of the old west pioneers always intrigues me. Also it still maintains a flair of the wild west with its brothels and old west saloons filled with country music and good old fashioned flag waving Americans. People who don't think America has culture have never been outside the U.S enough to realize it most definitely does and most states have their own culture as well. I love my wild west Nevada roots. Heck my first ancestor, Jake Johnson (who I am named after) was an old west sheriff in Pioche Nevada and came to Nevada in 1872. Coming home is always a nice thing because deep down I am a country boy and as the song says "Home means Nevada to me!"