Saying goodbye to a place is hard. I am excited to be moving. I am sure that I will love Germany because I have never lived somewhere that I did not love. Every place has been good in its way. Thoughts of Arizona make my heart leap. Ft Drum had any number of things to do, and the fact that you had to really dig to find them made them all the more special. DC had a craziness about it that you could get lost in, and the culture there was such that any place in the world was a metro stop away.
I will miss the burnt orange hills and their sharp contrast to the blue sky which seems unusually vast here. I will miss my favorite view in the Flint Hills—the one with the tiny pond and the craggy valleys and ridgelines. I will miss my favorite Chimpanzee at the Sunset Zoo and I hope that someday I will come back, and that she’ll still be alive (she’s 50) and that she’ll kiss the glass of her enclosure for Lea. I will miss the library and my school exam proctor who has always made time in her schedule for my education. I will even miss the fact that to find a favorite store here, it takes a daylong outing because this place is not crowded and people native to Kansas generally don’t live in excess. There is no market for flashiness and hedonistic consumerism.
So I feel like I am giving Kansas a hug goodbye before I move on. Hopefully I will make it back here someday.
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