I’m tired. Sick and tired, actually.
I’ve lived in the city of Colorado Springs, Colorado for nearly two decades. It sits at the foot of Pikes Peak – a 14,000+ foot mountain in the front range of the Rocky Mountains. The scenery is beautiful. Gorgeous, actually. And if I could live in the mountains forever, I’d be a happy man. But the city itself is just another city. We have crime just like everyone else: murders, meth houses, rapes and robberies. I’ve watched it double in size in the short amount of time that I’ve been here. Urban sprawl is rampant as the city expands and makes many farmland-owning families rich as their once prosperous land is purchased for neighborhoods. So we’re moving – to southern Illinois.
Prior to 1991, I lived in Kansas. I was born and lived 11 years in Hutchinson and then ended up living for 7 years in Larned eventually graduating from Larned High School. When I lived there, I couldn’t wait to leave. Now that I’ve left, I can’t wait to return. Go figure.
Have you ever been on your way to a carnival or a water park and felt that excited knot in your stomach grow as you get closer and begin to see the Ferris wheel and smell the diesel fuel and funnel cakes? That is the feeling I get every time I drive through farmland. But Illinois is nothing like Kansas. Where the farmland of Kansas is relatively flat and treeless, farmland in Illinois has rolling hills and is heavily forested.
So, now that we know we’re moving, we’ll fill you in on the details as they come. But for now, at least we know that it’s the simple life for us.
