A transplant by nature – home was first surrounded by soybeans and corn.
Then by the power of the witness relocation program I became accustomed to a life of black cows, wheat pastures and cowboys. White Label, Polo wearin’, smells-like-freshly-cut-hay – cowboys.
While not completely true, that is the story I told my sixth grade class when I didn't have a strong reason for my family's move to Oklahoma.
After 5 years – and two degrees – in Stillwater, America, I packed my gas-guzzling SUV and moved to the thriving metropolis of Oklahoma City, which is where Rural Gone Urban got its start.