Welcome to Diverse City

The ride from Branson to Iowa, where I now dwell, was okay at best. I am proud to say that I only got sick once the entire trip, but it was quite a struggle. My arrival was surprisingly more enjoyable than I had predicted. My family was dressed up in the most amusing of costumes. Trust me, to see my dad "gothed out" will either put a huge smile on your face or give you a huge desire to run for the hills. Amongst my family, I felt somewhat normal. And for anyone who knows me (even remotely),they know that is not a feeling I am very used to. There were almost twenty people hanging out at my house last night. It was fun to one of the greatest extremes. Today has been fun so far. I've had a constant flow of people coming in and out of my house. I love people... *smiles* It's nice to be home, even if it is just for a visit. I suppose I should get back to living my oh so busy life. God bless you... Farewell!