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Kansas City Livin'

July 30, 2010 - Arrive in Kansas City, confused, alone, and terrified of the city people. I carry only identification, my lucky pen, and a pair of rubber gloves to ensure I'm not infected with the disease that makes all city people assholes. As it turns out, I didn't need those gloves. I had arrived at an orientation session for my new job: Youth Volunteer Corps Team Leader, a gig with AmeriCorps, the same corps that hooked me up with the Student Conservation Association last summer. And the city people I met there were all really nice folks.

August 11, 2010 - Arrive for good, with a few other essentials, like a toothbrush, a lease agreement, and a tenor saxophone. Move into my new apartment, located in the bloody, pumping heart of downtown - Quality Hill Towers. Quality indeed. Even though the refrigerator is barely larger than the one I had in my college dorm, the view is remarkable and the location is extraordinary. I am positioned right between the River Market district (home to a plethora of Asian markets and a damn fine farmer's market) and the Crossroads Arts District (center of First Fridays, the hippest, most happenin' party in KC). I splatter paint my walls. I set up my furniture. I bask in my very own view of the city's skyline.

 My sister in front of the freshly-splattered walls.
 My aunt taking a break from all of the moving.

 Our feet paid a heavy price for these walls.

 This is what I get at night.
 And this.

 mmmm, and this too.

I'll post a little about my job soon. Maybe with digital video! Well, that's more than a maybe. I have a video camera now, so I'll be posting some video updates on Deric's Play Place in the future. Be prepared...

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