Two years ago today, I came to Kansas City for the first time. I have been all over the country and even to Canada, yet had never been to the other big city on the other side of the state. I was only supposed to be here for a few days…but made repeated trips…then had an extended stay…then had a whole bunch of life changes thrown at me…then was offered a job and decided to move out here permanently…then met a bunch of awesome people…then met the women of my dreams and her son…and I’m still here.
The last 2 years of my life have been the greatest thus far, though there has been a lot of sadness and frustration along the way. In addition, things are currently in flux, much to mine and Michelle’s dismay. But these challenges will be overcome in due time. Today is a day of celebration…and I will probably celebrate by doing the first thing I did as soon as I got to town on that Wednesday afternoon 2 years ago: go to the Gates on State Line and get a mixed plate.
From the bottom of my heart, I thank all of my Kansas City friends for being such awesome people…and I thank you Kansas City, for welcoming me with open arms.