I grew up here in Kansas City so there are a lot of memories associated with this place. I remember summers so hot my leather (pleather) pants would stick to my butt and skipping down to the corner store after church for grape soda and hot cheetos. I remember the smell and sounds of summer camp and the flutter of first time crushes.
On Sunday we rode our bikes 7 miles. SEVEN MILES GUYS. THAT IS A LOT FOR ME IN CASE YOU’RE WONDERING WHICH IS WHY I'M TYPING IN CAPS LOCK. At first the ride along the coast was easy breezy. Really, I could've gone on for 20 miles.
After quitting my job to pursue this brilliant idea of traveling and writing full time, I knew that I’d need some sort of fresh start. Some sort of temporary "in between" as I continued to plan my travels and crank out this book that’s been swirling about in my head for almost two years now.