Omaha, Nebraska
After leaving Sydney at midday Monday and arriving in Dallas at midday  Monday, I took a connecting flight to Omaha. I had a window seat and  gazed out the window as Texas gave way to the plains of Oklahoma which  gave way to the wide flat cornfields of Nebraska. I felt a frisson of  excitement as I landed in Omaha, with all the good memories of the last  two years building an anticipation of an even better season ahead.      I walked around the nearly deserted streets of the Old Market quarter at  6am the next day, something I do to jolt my body into wakefulness -  this is daylight, time to get up - even though it's 9pm in Sydney and  time to start winding down for sleep.    I realised as I pondered the cobblestones of the Old Market that I'm  not very adventurous. My excitement about coming back to Omaha this year  is not its newness but its familiarity. I don't crave travelling to new  places. I know this place. I know the rhythm of life on campus. I know  and love these...