![I lived in Korea for 5 years. Here's what happened when I came home to Nebraska.](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_sZNWNOY_GlGa3vUPxY-OKXa3Q4C5UGoJhYfMs4xp54sguWoJp0LmTX2RHWQ5K3qTg5CgSiEU4NQ8puEsCfcGziAL8-jW-ydUkOX8zLp5qx6MHAFlf4UsS3bTO2YuCXDw3PaoZSjuyaDZLqCYAGjyMD4E6QcRr6hlPbxJ14JKE_pY1Plhw59T-H6q6GsntmZA=s0-d)
I spent five years living in the clamor of Seoul, South Korea, and the smaller provincial capital of Jeonju. When I finally returned home to rural Nebraska, the silence was palpable. The negative space had an almost oppressive quality. I would look out on so much land and see nothing and be reminded that this was the same landscape that once caused homesteaders to lose their minds. I had come home — literally, this was the Nebraska town I grew up in — to take a job at a small newspaper in Scottsbluff.
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