I was back home last week, visiting my mom, and she legit thought I was one of the new farmhands... like, "hey, could you give me a hand with this, 'son'?" no, just kidding, she didn't even say son, just looked at me like I was a rando. I mean, my clothes were dirty, I’d been helping my uncle clear some brush, but damn... 20 years, all that tuition money, and I still look like I belong shoveling pig shit, I guess. What even was the point of all that, you know? Just to come back and blend right in with the guys who didn’t leave, the ones who ACTUALLY work the land. It kinda makes you wonder... was it all a big waste of time, or was I just built for this life anyway, and all the fancy words and spreadsheets are just a charade...