I’m back in Kansas for a quick and unexpected visit. My aunt’s memorial service is scheduled for Wednesday. So I made the trek with two of four kids. Alex was definitely going because he doesn’t have school, and I couldn’t in good conscience leave Barry alone with everyone. Cameron wanted to go really bad, and wore me down with two solid days of begging. Additionally he hasn’t missed any school this year, and separating him from Justin and David isn’t a bad thing. And he could run interference for me with Alex while I was driving. By interference I mean dealing with DVD player related emergencies.
I probably shouldn’t say this, lest I be cursed for the return, but our trip could not have gone better. Cameron and Alex are by far the easiest pairing of any of the four. They get along. Cameron is patient with Alex. Alex is nice to Cameron. They’re both fairly quiet and low maintenance. They were doing so exceptionally well, that I decided to detour this morning, after spending the night with my brother’s family in Omaha, through Manhattan, Kansas, home of Kansas State University. My alma mater, and a place I haven’t visited in nearly 15 years.
It was odd coming in through the north side of town. At first I was confused about where I was exactly because things have changed and developed so much, but it’s funny how muscle memory quickly returns, and as soon as I saw one familiar sight, I didn’t even have to think about driving, I just instinctually knew where to go. Just like the good ol’ days.
© Jennifer Alys Windholz, 2012