8 Ways to Sunday

I turn twenty-eight years old today, an occasion which brings mixed feelings to say the least. On the upside, I’m now out of debt aside from the small amount I borrowed to buy my car (there’s college loans, but who doesn’t have those?). I have a decent job working with good people who value my skills. I have a roof over my head and (a little) money in the bank.

On the downside, I’m still in Kansas. Not that it’s so completely terrible here… just kind of schizophrenic, a little backward, and occasionally downright scary. I know that the occasional fits of insanity this state endures at the hands of men like Steve Abrams and Fred Phelps don’t necessarily represent the majority of Kansans. In fact, there was a large contingent of Kansas clergy and citizens that rose up against the recently-passed anti-gay amendment to the state constitution*. Likewise, Rev. Phelps is despised in his home town of Topeka.

Still, it’s wearing to live in a place where so many are so at odds with your deepest beliefs. Moving is definitely in my future, though I can’t say for sure how long it will take. I just don’t want to turn thirty here.

Happy birthday to me. Here’s to the future, to change, and to finding a place to call home.