My time in the hotel is just about up, so I went house hunting this weekend. The toughest part is figuring out what area to live in. There’s nice, nicer and nicest.
The nice area is 5-7 minutes from the hotel depending on how I hit the stoplights. After driving an hour each way for almost 8 years, 5-7 minutes sounds heavenly.
The nicer area is about 10-15 minutes from the hotel, and to me, it’s not nicer enough to warrant the extra 5-8 minutes.
The nicest area is a 15 minute interstate drive away from the hotel. It’s further in miles, but about the same time-wise. The house I looked at there was just as nice as the other two, but had a beautiful view of the golf course and rolling hills and seven miles of golf cart trails to run each morning. I was hooked! Until I called my hubby to tell him all about it and immediately dropped the call. And then dropped it again. And then later, up on a hill, I dropped it again! Yeah, not gonna work. Cell phone coverage is important to us.
PLUS, it’s not 5-7 minutes from the hotel. And I wanna be 5-7 minutes from the hotel. So “nice” it is.
This nice area was actually in the path of the tornado, so all the homes are new. In fact, this particular one is brand new and never lived in. I wonder if I’ll ever get used to the sadness I feel when I look at the vast expanse of area that is brand new, and basically tree-less. Every once in a while, I’ll come across a mangled tree, fighting to survive with what little limbs it has left, and my heart sinks again. It’s been 6 years for the Joplin-ites. It’s been 6 weeks for me. I wonder if they still feel sadness.
Having decided on that house, (and waiting to hear from the owners), I set out to have lunch in “Butterfly Park“. After a week of pretty intense storms, including a tornado that touched down just 10 miles from here, it was nice to have sunshine, and I wanted to take full advantage of it.
It was a bit windy. *mildly understated* I sat on any loose items, and held my food down with one hand while eating with the other. There were times I was concerned I wouldn’t be able to hold myself down.
But it was nice to walk along the paths, and read about the hospital that once stood there. It too was taken in the storm, and many of the children claimed the “butterfly people” wrapped their wings around them to keep them safe. Hence the name Butterfly Park.
I looked around, remembering 5 years ago when we came by to see the damage. How devastating it was then, and how beautiful it is now.
We’re about to officially be Joplinites, and as surprised as I am to say it, it feels right. At least for now….