hey ya'll (ya'll! hahaha ugh!)

I am back in Kansas. I came kicking and screaming, fingernails in concrete. Don't get me wrong, There are people here that I love. Things about here that I love, but I also loved -my-city, Kansas City... but now, here I am, back where it all began. Hell, we even got our old phone number back- that was a little hard to swallow- like we never even left. 6 years ... just a small hiccup, waiting for us until we returned to a small hick town with no grocery store, let alone a Quick Trip or Red Box rentals or Johnny Dare.  I am going through a mourning phase and missing my city. Bear with me and my ramblings. Its scary in my head, but maybe this will help...