After our visit back to KC this past weekend (which was a lot of fun!), it really dawned on me . . . KC is no longer home. It didn't have the same feel to it, I didn't have any nostalgia or sadness. It was just like visiting somewhere I had been before. It's really hard to describe, but I didn't feel at home.
Sure, eating some Minsky's Pizza was great. Enjoying some Ghengis Khan Mongolian Grill was wonderful. Seeing Pete, Marion, Anissa, Pearl, Trish, Dennis, Nikki, Jr., Guy and everyone else was fun, and I greatly miss all of them, but I felt like an
outsider. It just wasn't like it was.
Even driving by our old house, and by the house we built but never moved into, didn't have any tug on me. They were just places.
(And to the couple that bought our house, TAKE DOWN THE @#$%&*# CHRISTMAS LIGHTS. IT'S $#@$*%# APRIL!
Oh, well, so be it. I'm a Floridian. Says so on my driver license, my voter registration, and my income tax.