In a way, it's odd that I left Kansas City yesterday and felt a sense of liberation. Away from my main computer, away from the ad agency, away from the city where I've yet to find new let's-hang-out-all-the-time friends. I'm back home, with my mother and father. I forgot how the weekend is usually project time, so I'm in the kitchen watching them as they prepare to clean and shampoo the carpet... which is a good thing because I think I'm really stuffy due to the dust.
Anyway.
It's odd because I've been trying to make Kansas City my home. It offers the best employment opportunities in the area. It's where I attend so many concerts. It's where I plan to live when I get married in just over a year (to a very very lovely lady). I've lived in Kansas City since the end of May.
But Kansas City isn't my home yet. I feel a sense of relief when I come home to my parents' house. Getting to see my brother. Sleeping in my room or sleeping in the basement. I miss it.
Maybe I've just been floating around too much in KC. I'm in my second apartment already since the end of May and I have intent to find a third around spring time.
But things will work out. I have hope. It's silly not to. I'm looking forward to finding volunteer opportunities around KC, finding a church where I feel welcome to participate with often, finding a small group of guys where we can share our thoughts and grow in faith together... all things I'm looking forward to.
And that's all I've got to say. Time to purchase some insurance for myself.
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