I never intended to stay in Kansas.

When I was young, I had big city dreams.  I had no notion of what I wanted to do once I got there, but wanted to get there nonetheless.  I would get a giant apartment on a server’s salary just like on “Friends”.  I would decorate in shades of lavender, shop till I dropped, and just be fabulous in general.

But then I visited several big, large, HUGE cities and quickly learned that they’re stinky.  The people aren’t as friendly.  They have trash bags taller than me piled on sidewalks.  They’re expensive!

And gosh darn it, I like being able to drive my own vehicle to my desired destination and park right up front.

So I wasn’t sure what to do with myself post high school, so I stayed in town and went to college. 

Then I wasn’t sure what to do with myself after college, so I stayed in town and went to graduate school.

Then I got a job.

Then I married Tex.

Then we had Junior.

And here I still am!

And truly could not be happier.

We got out the other night to do some crop touring.  (ie: we took a drive.)  I looked to my left and saw my love.

I looked in the back seat and saw my little bitty love.

To my right?  Love.

Behind us? Love.

Where we ended up?  Love!

I no longer dream of moving away.  I don’t even think about it.  Wouldn’t even consider it.

I want to be buried here.