I got off the plane at LAX, only familiar with it from three trips in my life, and took a deep breath. The air smelled funny, like nothing I had ever experienced before. I’m a farm girl, always have been, always will be, not ashamed of it. I’m not so comfortable with cities. I took another breath, trying to steady myself.

The world spun just for a second. I blinked. Things looked... strange. Different. I felt like grinning maniacally. It didn’t make sense. And why did I suddenly want to go out, tip cows, and hit seventy on the freeway?