My Sister Was Here

Since moving to Kansas a year and a half ago, I have not had anyone come out and visit me. Sure, my mom and Ivy were here when I moved out, but that was just a couple days and did not involve any site seeing or eating out or general vacation-y things; we unloaded, unpacked, and then they left. So when my sister was available to come out I was pretty psyched.

She arrived last Thursday and left Tuesday afternoon. We went to the Plaza, the Alamo Drafthouse and Oklahoma Joe's in Kansas City. I showed her my loft and where I work and the streets I drive on. We went to a Royal's game, the state Capitol, Brown v. Board Historic Site. She went to church with me, met my friends, had dinner with my friend, and attended a bridal shower with me. We took a road trip through Kansas to see the geographic center of the contiguous United States, the larges ball of twine, and the Garden of Eden. We ate at local restaurants and diners and just had a great time.

Then she left and it was sad. I'm used to being alone most of the time, with just Biscuit to give me company. This isn't a bad thing, as I have lots of friends to do things with when I want to be social. But having my sister here was different. She knows me so well and I loved having her see what my life is like here and her being a part of it. I drove home from the airport feeling sad that I was alone again, even though I'm alone all the time.

My life is Kansas is fine. Pretty good actually. But sometimes I miss being around family and spending time with them.