Back to the roots
Trip Start
Jan 06, 2006
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Trip End
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My eyes are kinda fuzzy when I get off the plane and it's hard to tell if I'm really awake or just asleep in a vivid dream. Jason is waiting for me past the gate. Hugs!Hugs!Hugs! Man, it feel good to see a familiar face again. You know of someone who really knows you. He helps me with my luggage and we drive away. Man, SUV, haven't seen one of these in a while. We have nice dinner somewhere outside of town and then head into Lawrence. Well, it's cinco de mayo and we kinda got lost in Mexicoville N. KC. So we made the best of it and stopped by a carnival and played some games (and when I say stop by, I mean we hopped the fence.) Everyone there spoke Spanish so it really wasn't sinking in as to where I really was yet. After a few fun games we decided to head back to Lawrence and meet up with the crew. I took a little powernap on the way. It's dark out and my feet and knees are swollen from jet lag, but I'm not really tired. Nobody's home. The yard is muddy. As soon as I walk in the door I see dishes, dirty dished piled high, over flowing the sink and taking most of the counter top. The coffee pot is half full of stale coffee, dog hair lines the sticky kitchen floor,and on the fridge are dozens of postcards, most obscene. I pass to the living room. The tv is on with a playstation game paused on the screen, the coffee table is covered with old glasses, beer cans, and crusty pasta dishes. I hear a scream and turn around to see Catie nearly jumping out of her pants. We jump around like little girls screaming and hugging! Now I know I'm awake. She admitted to missing me more now that I'm here than when I was actually gone! I follow the trail of stolen street signs, unread school books, and broken ski bindings to "my" room (that Bobby lives in) to put down my plastic bag of belongings. What a combination. The life of Amy Bing and Bobby Hamilton all mixed into a 12x12 space. Beside the smell of dog b.o., it's quite cozy. We have a lot of neat stuff and all of our pictures invole the same people! I move on to the bathroom... piss stained toilet, old ski and airplane/auto magazines on the floor, whiskers in the sink, and body hair, soap scum, and squirt guns in the shower. By now, you must be thinking that I really was actually sleeping and had slipped into a night mare. But no, you're wrong. This is home. This is where I live, this is where most of my stuff is, this is where my friends are and I love them. There's no place on the planet like it. This is home and it's my most favorite place in the whole wide world.
