For the first time during a vacation, I missed Kansas. I appreciate beauty pretty much anywhere I travel and Arizona is one of the most beautifully diverse states I have ever seen; but I can understand why people usually end up back where they grew up. All my life I fantasized about living somewhere else. Some place exotic and NOT Kansas. Forever I thought Kansas was boring and uninspired. Now, I can't say that it is all that exciting, even to this day, but it will always be my home. Flying out of Phoenix we saw rows and rows and rows of houses, all crammed together with maybe two feet between them. The ground was covered as far as I could see. That was not home. I kept watching out the plane window to see sights of Kansas. Finally, the clouds cleared and I started to see open farmland and homesteads sometimes miles away from the next. This is home. Open land, trees, green, comfort, peace, security. I was longing to come home more than usual this time. I missed Kansas and it's nice to be back. Now if Colorado welcomed me with open arms... :)
