Today I miss Hannibal. Yes, it does happen from time to time. I woke up this morning and the weather was perfect and I really wanted to go down to Java Jive and get an iced Americano or maybe a hot one and say hi to Linda and maybe see Katie and then go to Riverview Park. Maybe on a day like today I would've grabbed my camera and gone across the river to the little beach area and I would've taken some really great pictures of down town and the Mississippi. I would've opened all the windows in the house and made a great lunch and sat on my porch and eaten it. I would've put on my yoga DVD in my bright, orange living room and Jade would've watched me stretch and probably would've interfered a little. And in the evening, we would've gone to LaBinah or maybe the Brick Oven and had good food and wine.
I mostly miss the river, I think. The small town atmosphere. The hills. The lighthouse. Java Jive of course and my friends who worked there and went there. Riverview Park and the water-front. I miss the art community and the festivals. I miss Kelly's across the street and all those places that aren't even there anymore. Pirate's Cove. The Wine Garden. Bubba's. I miss being able to walk everywhere. And I really miss First Presbyterian.
I miss Hannibal on certain spring or autumn days. I miss the poetry I wrote there and the friends I had there and the live music and the fellowship. I miss the random weekend trips to St Louis. I miss seeing my college friends.
Not that I want to go back. Not that times weren't incredibly difficult. Not that I didn't miss my family and miss KC a great deal and it's not that I don't have an abundance of friends here who are really great... I guess Black Dog and Shawnee Mission Park are just stand ins today, that's all.
And it's okay to feel nostalgic every once in a while as long as I don't get stuck.
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