So... what do you think about Topeka?

So last Wednesday I got a text from Chris that read,
"what do you think of Topeka?"
And after that it all changed. Naturally, I was ecstatic that Chris had landed a great office opportunity in Topeka, KS for Edward Jones. I was only slightly disappointed he turned down his other offers which were in Manhattan, San Diego and Chicago, but we both decided it was best to stay close to home- on account of Husker season right around the corner, obviously. I love Topeka. Love, love, love it. I'm pretty sure my favorite teen mom, Amber, is from there. Or maybe it's Catelynn. Either way, I'm pretty sure me and Chris looked at a few homes in their neighborhood. In the end we settled on a very nice apartment in the southern part of town close to my favorite places, Target and TJ Maxx. The best part of Topeker is that you have to pay a toll to get into the town, so this really helps to keep the riff raff out of the town. Cost of living is cheap, traffic doesn't seem too bad, and by the looks of everyone I have met thus far, I might finally be the town beauty queen I've been hoping to be my whole life. Chris and I will be Topeka's new IT couple I can already tell. I already saw two large men staring at me and Chris the other day, and then when we went inside the apartment complex I watched them walk up to his car and try to get inside- probably just trying to get more info on us to sell to the Topeka tabloids, typical. We ended up not moving into that particular complex, apparently it was only for people on government funded programs or something like that. Who knows, like I said, Topeker is kind of a select community, they don't just let anyone in. I sure hope I can make some friends there, maybe I'll be able to meet some nice young FACs teachers. I recall the teachers from this town were extrememly polite to me, especially when one of their students told me the salsa I made tasted like vomit. And when their students got mad at me when they found out I wasn't making fried chicken. Oh, Topekans, I can't wait to call you my people. I feel like I was just meant for this land full of good honest locals. Overland Park was just so overrated. What with the safe neighborhoods, and outdoor patios at every restaurant, Dean & Deluca grocery stores, and a Starbucks and J Crew on every other block, makes me wonder how I lasted here for as long as I did. I definitely need a change of pace, and crime level/income per capita. It's time to be real.

So now I'm getting ready to move tomorrow, thus the lack of bloggage. I forget how fun moving is until you actually get to do it. Packing up boxes, and carrying down stairs and shoving in cars, then carrying back up stairs, and unpacking in clusters, all in 100+ degree weather. Nothing beats the fun of moving. I wish I could do it more. And don't forget about all the little random stuff like taking back cable boxes and setting up new cable and electricity and internet and all the hidden fees. The next few weeks ahead of me are going to be awesome!!!