I’m typing this from my phone. I don’t have Internet. You see, on Friday my mom, brother and I packed up all of my belongings and headed to Kansas City, Missouri. For those of you who don’t know, that’s roughy 450 miles from my parents’ place, and almost 500 from the town I grew up in. So, we spent Friday night in a hotel and moved in on Saturday.
You know, Saturday, July 7th, 2012? The hottest day Kansas City has ever recorded? Yeah, that Saturday.
Fast forward to today. I’m on my own, my ma and broseph have been gone for a few days, and I’ve completed three days of work. My apartment is still a mess, and my dog is still a neurotic ball of stress, and I’m still exhausted because apparently moving almost two states away is tiring. Who knew?
Until tonight, I hadn’t gotten homesick. After a busy day at work and just feeling run down by all the adjustment, I’m curled up on the couch with my dv wishing either my best friend Kourtney or my awesome mama were here to tell me how stupid my doubts are. It’s normal for this to be scary. It’s normal for the road less travelled to be intimidating. And, it’s normal to feel out of your league in your first full-time job. That doesn’t make it less scary from where I sit, though.
It isn’t all homesickness and stress: my job is amazing. I work with fantastic people. I have great friends in this city already, and even had my first run-in with drunken Royals fans while wearing a Cubs shirt for the All-Star game. (I watched the last three innings in an awesome dive bar called The Quaff.)
I feel like Kansas City is what I need in my life right now. But, what we need (and want) doesn’t always come easy. So, I’ll ride out the storm, I’ll adjust as best I can, and I’ll end up stronger, wiser, more adapted, and hopefully thinner. Because I walk 3/4 of a mile one-way to and from work each day…and there are hills.