December 29, 2011
It’s always hard for me to be back in the Kansas City area, because every time I’m back, yet another piece of prairie or woodland has become a strip mall or zombie clone subdivision. It’s part of the reason I only tend to visit once a year for the holidays, and don’t think I could ever bear living here again.
A few mornings ago, we saw a family of five deer go bounding over the fence and through the backyard of my childhood home; that would never have happened when I was growing up, but they’ve lost so much of their habitat, they have nowhere to be.
This is the view westward from my mother’s front yard, though, and it hasn’t changed much since I was about 12.
Today it’s back on the Greyhound bus for New York, and I’m trying not to think about the fact that I won’t see a bed again for more than 36 hours.