Kansas looks like a tiled kithen floor from above.

I'm pretty sure visiting the airport is the equivalence to dying and going to purgatory. You enter a building way too large and overly confusing to get anywhere fast. Then you wait in agony to board a plane. There are no expectations, only hope that leaving this liminal space is better than sinking into it.

Rules on traveling:

#1- Never fall asleep at a gate like the poor fucker that missed his flight to Canada and like the business man who spilled coffee down his chest.

#2- Book a really early flight so that when you have to leave the person you love, you'll be too tired to make a sobbing scene.

#3- Get an awful haircut with no time to let it grow it out before you leave.

#4- If you can, don't even pack a suitcase. With just a backpack you can get in and outta there like lightening. FLASH!


Now for the serious stuff.

Someone once asked me which one of these was more important; passion or dedication.  As soon as I decided (after an entire summer) that dedication was, I booked my flight to Kansas to win Jay back.

[To recap- I was the one who broke it off with him right before we were BOTH supposed to move to Kansas to get our MFAs. I've never done anything in my 23 years of living that I have regretted as much as this. Because of this, I want to do right. Because of this, I think of what could have been on a daily basis.]

I made sure my intentions were known, and there wasn't really any opposition. Jay and I dissected our relationship for hours, chasing clarity. Love is creepy and confusing, and after being in it for over two years- I still don't understand an ounce of its meaning; however, I am driven by it. All I know is that changing future plans, turning down a school or job to be with someone isn't as big as a sacrifice when you're doing it for the right reasons. If not going to my MFA program of choice means being with Jay. I'll do it because now I know that I want to. This year I took off was necessary. Without it, we might not have lasted.


ok, sorry about that sentimental stuff. Are you done barfing all over yourself? Good. Here are the highlights of Wichita, Kansas.

-Funny Swinger roommates that paint little (action figure) collectibles. (and yes, I totes got pics...)
- A Korean family restaurant with photos as wallpaper and cabbage-y food.
- putt putt!
- Seeing the yellow brick road and being disappointed by how worn down it is.
-Chasing geese. I hate those fuckers.
-Poetic Justice- a drunk Jew for Jesus gets carried out of a coffee house by her boyfriend after stumbling all over jay and howling like a wolf for an hour. 
-Eating edible food on a campus other than Warren Wilson made me feel like a dreg of society not cool.
- Fists of Fury. Bruce Lee. 'Nuff said.
- WSU has a really good art gallery.
- Watching Jay smoke his first cigar. I felt like a proud mother.