This weekend I did A LOT of driving. I drove all over southeastern Kansas. I probably drove 350 miles Saturday and Sunday combined. I was scouting photo locations, but I really just enjoyed myself. I found some nice twisty roads and some really pretty hilly areas that didn't even look like Kansas to me - it was really enjoyable.
I felt like I was sort of getting to know Kansas in a different way. Like, I always talk about how I want to see the country, but I haven't even seen my own state. With the top down I felt very connected with and open to the little towns I drove through. It helped me see just how citified I am. I bitch about Wichita being a little hillbilly town, and it kind of is, but it really is a big city compared to the rest of the state. I have such an urban mindset that even though intellectually I know that our state is very agricultural and that we do lots of farming and cattle-raising and stuff, it still surprises me for some reason to get out there and see nothing but crops and cattle. It's just not something I generally spend any time thinking about.
I also observed and felt a little bit of that small-town culture that is utterly nonexistent in Wichita. It's a nice feeling. There are some undeniably attractive things about some of those smaller towns. Not the tiny ones that have no money and are dying... but sometimes I think it might be nice to move to a smaller place with almost no crime and a decent school system, a place where the pace of life isn't so hectic. I'd feel so much better if I didn't feel like I was in a rush so much of the time, so nailed down by my schedule, you know? And moving to KC, a bigger city, isn't going to do anything to alleviate that. I wonder if there's a community like that somewhere an hour or so outside of KC.
This morning I was on my way to work and something smelled like one of those early morning diners with eggs and toast and coffee and I wished I didn't have to haul ass to work. I wished I had the time and money to stop and relax and eat some breakfast and read the newspaper or something. Simple pleasures, you know?
Look at me, I'm 28 and all I want is to eat breakfast in a diner and travel the country in an RV - I'm craving retirement, apparently.
Tandra picked up Xandria on her way home from St. Louis last night, so we have our sissy back now. It's good to have her around - we missed her.
"Prime numbers are what is left when you have taken all the patterns away. I think prime numbers are like life. They are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them."
Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time