Small town Kansas.
As-far-inland-as-you-can-get Kansas.
He created me with a gigantic appetite for exploration and adventure and then plopped me down in the middle of the flat, brown pasture land.
But then spring comes to the prairie and suddenly I don't mind so much. Wildflowers wait in the tall grass and my adventures become hide-and-seek. Windmills silhouette the sunsets.
Miles of dusty roads go by without a single stop sign.
When I miss the hills and forests of Tennessee, I remind myself that the sky is bigger here.
A person can breathe here.
And anyway, it's not as flat as they say. Not everywhere.
Oh there are a million places I would like to visit and it might be nice to call them home--but no place that I would rather live or raise my family!! The grass is always greener!! I remind myself of that often--especially when I am wishing that Kohls and the mall were not so far away!!
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