Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Home... but where is it?

So, no matter where I lived, I always considered Wisconsin "home," and to an extent, I always will. However, I just spend 3 weeks in Wisconsin, and I had a startling realization. I was so happy to come back to KC and Warrensburg, and I as pulled into KC, I had a sense of being HOME. I was happy to leave WI. I don't have a place to stay there that is my own, and most of my friends don't live there anymore.

It was nice to see my niece Paige for the first time- and hanging out with my bro is always cool. I managed to avoid seeing my dad except for one time- and that was clearly one time to many. I also love my mom, but i just cannot live with them for an extended period of time. In their two bedroom apartment, they have 2 cats and three fucking annoying birds. I cannot stress how much I hate those 2 parrots and 1 parakeet. They are loud, annoying, and i didn't get a decent night's sleep in that apartment. Plus the fact my step dad smokes like a chimney. A nice place to go for a day or two, but not much longer then that. I saw my boys, Tom and Justin one night, and they are still trying to convince me to get a job at Steven's Point, but i don't see that happening. I LIKE living in a place where I have more then two friends, and none of them actually work in Housing. A stable group of friends who don't move every 2 years.

So even though I was born and raised in Wisconsin, I now consider Missouri my home- which is both scary and exciting at the same time.

Geek On.