Uh-oh....

“Are we there yet?!”

We are on our way through Illinois farmland, en route to Michigan, David’s home state, from California, where we met. Convinced that the man I love couldn’t be from a bad place, I am moving there, sight unseen. In Mover’s Terms* this is what is known as a perfect Swan Dive.
“About another day and a half,” David says.
“Waaa.”
After awhile I say, “If I see one more farm, I’m going to scream.”
David eyes me sideways and says, “Uh, Dara?”
“What.”
“There are a lot of farms in northern Michigan.”
Uh-oh.