Ahhh, back in Kansas. I heard someone laugh and say “How can Kansas and vacation be in the same sentence?”, but I now know how Dorothy felt in the Wizard of Oz…”there’s no place like home”. I get it. It feels so good to be “home”.
Although I have absolutely loved spending time with family and friends…this trip, for some reason, I have felt such a sense of connection and love for the “place”, for being home
We’ve spent the big part of this trip in Northern Kansas, although I lived in Southern Kansas for over 14 years, Northern Kansas is where my heart is. I realized it on this trip.
Oh how I love, wide open spaces. Miles and miles of rolling wheat fields. One-stop light towns. Parking in the middle of the street. Courthouse squares. Main street middle America. I love an interstate that is not clogged with vehicles, giving you a chance to enjoy the scenery as you drive along. I love the local grocery store, that still has a carry out boy who will carry your bags to the car if need be, and doesn’t take credit or debit cards…they still deal in cash and checks! I love the cafe that every day, you can set your clock by it, has a rush of customers as the locals come for coffee and the latest news. The rolls are melt-in-your-mouth made from scratch, and your meal cost $5.99!
I love the faces, that although they may have aged, are still the same. People are glad to see you, with a hug and a handshake, and “how have you been?”. And in Kansas, you can count on, a wave or tip of the finger, from each car you pass. Their way of saying, “howdy”.
“Going Home” takes us to a place where are hearts are, where we started from, who we are. And no matter how far the road has taken us away, it is always nice “going home”.